| Yeah
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| Hear you say yeah
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| Yeah
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| Hear you say yeah
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| This is for them boys tryna act right
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| Day and night, sin just keepin' comin'
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| From the front, back, left, right, creepin'
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| If you hear me say yeah
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| You say yeah
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| If you tired like you had enough, you feel like giving up?
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| Falling with the same stuff
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| People let me hear you say yeah
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| Everybody looking at her like she’s useless
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| So the men everybody knew chuck Deuces Deuces
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| Would have been the song in the club
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| When the club’s full of men, looking like «who's this?»
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| Ain’t nobody wanna give her time
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| She ain’t looking fine next to the women everybody drooling over
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| She was given that cold shoulder
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| So her self-esteem done went lower
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| However this Cinderella never needed fellas
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| For they loving in the middle of her conscious
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| Even though the women in the club
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| Getting all of the love from the brothas
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| Tryna give the women they profit
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| Never been the kind to be the life of the party
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| Never got attention in the club even hardly
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| She never been the heartless harlots
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| Regardless
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| And of all that she really wanted
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| Was to be modest
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| Ho-However!
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| Yeah so the girl drew the line
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| In the dirt like
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| Bump It
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| Bump It
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| Bump It
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| She was tired of tryin' and she
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| And she was modest but she
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| Tired of fighting
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| With the cute fellas she found exciting
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| She was done tryin' to be what they like
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| And she was done tryna look for the one
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| The one she was a independent woman
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| Looking' only for the who gets it
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| This is for them boys tryna act right
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| Day and night, sin just keepin' comin'
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| From the front, back, left, right, creepin'
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| If you hear me say yeah
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| You say yeah
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| If you tired like you had enough, you feel like giving up?
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| Falling with the same stuff
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| People let me hear you say yeah
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| Yo, this is a toast for that one guy
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| Up all night
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| With his laptop in that porn site
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| For that brother that struggles with his lust alone
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| His soul weakened he can’t fight
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| He tries daily, he fails daily
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| Masturbation ain’t trailed lately
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| Dark nights
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| He done lost fights
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| He don’t know to confess it all
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| Maybe he’s scared, and he fears
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| That somebody gonna tell his peers
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| So he smears
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| His tears
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| Tryna cover up what God sees clear
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| And confession ain’t no question
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| He wants the help but he nervous
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| Oh LORD oh God
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| Let him come to you cause he hurting
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| And it’s a struggle to talk to his sisters
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| But none of them know he’s not alright
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| Because he puts the face of those bodies
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| That he looked at on them porn sites
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| Now God oh God
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| Please bring him peace today
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| Yes he’s flawed
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| He’s flawed
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| But that’s why he changed
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| This is for them boys tryna act right
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| Day and night, sin just keepin' comin'
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| From the front, back, left, right, creepin'
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| If you hear me say yeah
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| You say yeah
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| If you tired like you had enough, you feel like giving up?
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| Falling with the same stuff
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| People let me hear you say yeah |