| These girls be comin' over tryna leave that avalanche
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| She know I got a girl, she just tryna start some shit
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| Leavin' her hairpins on the counter, that’s the little things
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| Hidin' them panties in the covers, oh you scandalous
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| Oh you know, you know what you doin'
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| You know what you doin'
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| Yeah you know, we ain’t supposed to be doin'
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| The things that we doin'
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| So why you actin' brand new?
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| And you already new
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| Why you makin' this hard?
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| I’mma have explainin' to do
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| Like who this hair belong to?
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| And who been in my bedroom?
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| How many times I gotta say it?
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| Thought I already told you
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| Stop leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be takin' sneak pictures
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| Talkin' 'bout how you be livin' when you in my house
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| Stop leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be textin' these bitches sayin'
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| You’re here with your nigga when you in my house
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| Girl, you must be tryna get me fucked up
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| All this back and forth makin' me nervous
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| Why your lashes in the trash anyway?
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| Why you came with all them bags anyway?
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| All in my house, layin' up in my bed
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| Snapchattin' that pussy girl, they gon' recognise that you here
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| Sprayin' all your perfume, tryna leave your scent in the air
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| I should have never brought you here, you know you ain’t playin' fair
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| So why you actin' brand new?
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| And you already new
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| Why you makin' this hard?
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| I’mma have explainin' to do
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| Like who this hair belong to?
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| And who been in my bedroom?
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| How many times I gotta say it?
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| Thought I already told you
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| Stop leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be takin' sneak pictures
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| Talkin' 'bout how you be livin' when you in my house
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| Stop leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be textin' these bitches sayin'
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| You’re here with your nigga when you in my house
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| Now grab that make up bag you left up in the bathroom
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| And don’t you say a word if anybody ask you
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| You knew what time it was the moment that we hit the door
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| This ain’t the time to switch it up, stop actin' brand new
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| This ain’t the time to switch it up, stop actin' brand new
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| Red lipstick all on my collar, girl, this shirt was brand new
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| We was Californicatin', gettin' drunk and medicated
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| Before you go, do me a favor, baby leave up with what you came with
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| Why you actin' brand new?
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| And you already new
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| Why you makin' this hard?
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| I’mma have explainin' to do
|
| Like who this hair belong to?
|
| And who been in my bedroom?
|
| How many times I gotta say it?
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| Thought I already told you
|
| Stop leavin' shit in my house
|
| Don’t be leavin' shit in my house
|
| Don’t be takin' sneak pictures
|
| Talkin' 'bout how you be livin' when you in my house
|
| Stop leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be leavin' shit in my house
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| Don’t be textin' these bitches sayin'
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| You’re here with your nigga when you in my house |