Ladies and Gentlemen
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Jazzy Pha
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Field Mob
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Ciara
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Superstar DJ´s
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Here we go
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[Chorus]
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They say
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He do a little this
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He do a little that
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He always in trouble(and i heard)
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He´s nuthin but a pimp
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He´s done a lot of chicks
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He´s always in the club(and they say)
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He think he slick
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He´s got a lot of chips
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He´s sellin stuff(and i heard)
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He´s been locked up
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Find somebody else
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He aint nuthin but a thug
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so what, so what, so what, so what
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[Verse 1]
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And they say
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I´m a slut, I´m a ho, I´m a freak
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I got a different girl everyday of the week
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You too smart you´d be a dummy to believe
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That stuff that you heard that they say about me
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They say that I´m this, they say that I´m that
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But all of it´s fiction, none of it´s fact
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But you don´t be hearin´ it about your lover
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You let it go in one ear and out the other
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Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
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If they fake we can´t let it get on our nerves
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She miserable, she just want you to be
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Like her, misery needs company
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So don´t listen to that vine of grapes, They´re
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Nuthin´ but liars hatin´, And I bet
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They wouldn´t mind tradin´ places
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With you by my side in my mercedes
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[Chorus]
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They say
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He do a little this
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He do a little that
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He always in trouble(and i heard)
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He´s nuthin but a pimp
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He´s done a lot of chicks
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He´s always in the club(and they say)
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He think he slick
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He´s got a lot of chips
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He´s sellin stuff(and i heard)
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He´s been locked up
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Find somebody else
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He aint nuthin but a thug
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so what, so what, so what, so what
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Tell em CiCi
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[2nd Verse]
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Mo Money, Mo problems, life of a legend
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Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin´
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So what, that´s your cousin, that don´t mean nuthin´
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Her like missin´ is a type of affection
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You get, you just blind to the facts
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See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
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Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
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But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
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Why you stress this high school mess?
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Break up never, they just jealous
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Drama from your mother, mean mug from your brother
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I´m that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
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Yes, I been to jail
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And yes, I´m grindin for real
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I´m a positive talkin´ negative pimp
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They hate to see you doin´ better than them
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so
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[Chorus]
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They say
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He do a little this
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He do a little that
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He always in trouble(and i heard)
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He´s nuthin but a pimp
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He´s done a lot of chicks
|
He´s always in the club(and they say)
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He think he slick
|
He´s got a lot of chips
|
He´s sellin stuff(and i heard)
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He´s been locked up
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Find somebody else
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He aint nuthin but a thug
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so what, so what, so what, so what
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Ladies and Gentlemen, Ciara
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[Verse 3]
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Some people don´t like it
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Cuz you hang out in the street
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But you my boyfriend
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You´ve always been here for me
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This love is serious
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No matter what people think
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I´m gon be here for ya
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And I don´t care what they say
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Some people don´t like it
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Cuz you hang out in the street
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But you my boyfriend
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You´ve always been here for me
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I love the thug in ya
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No matter what people think
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I´m gon be here for ya
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And I dont care what they say
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[Chorus]
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They say
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He do a little this
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He do a little that
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He always in trouble(and i heard)
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He´s nuthin but a pimp
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He´s done a lot of chicks
|
He´s always in the club(and they say)
|
He think he slick
|
He´s got a lot of chips
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He´s sellin stuff(and i heard)
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He´s been locked up
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Find somebody else
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He aint nuthin but a thug
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so what, so what, so what, so what
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so what
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| Field Mob |
