[Chorus]
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You abandoned me
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Love don't live here anymore
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Just a vacancy
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Love don't live here anymore
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[Talking]
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This is dedicated to all of my ladies in relations
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Peep this out
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[Verse 1]
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I'm a lady who be keepin' it real, you don't care
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Take time out, see how I feel
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When I be ridin' in the SUV, I'm thinkin' of you
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When I be rollin up a fat one, boy I'm thinkin' of you
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You got me goin' like uuuuuhhhh
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I'm feelin' the rush, I like the stuff
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let's get buck in the back of the truck, so boy whussup?
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It's whatever when it comes down to you
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Well it was, until you made it clear that I ain't for you
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You just abandoned me, you left me strandedly
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Heart broke, constantly
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Hearin' love songs on the radio, that remind me of you
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They say a gangsta ain't 'posed to cry
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When I'm sheddin' tears and I'm a gangsta until I die
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I'm tellin' you boy, they say no pain then no gain
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Now they call me playa because you teachin' me all yo game
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I say I ain't change, but then again just peep me out
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(Talking)
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Ay yo, I don't think this gonna work...
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You know what I'm sayin? You need to get out
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Repeat Chorus
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[Verse 2]
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Just be a man about it, you don't have to lie to me
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Playa leave my house, you can gone on away from me
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Playa get your car keys, get all your clothes too
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Man that's my credit card, hold up that's my bank book
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While you out here cheatin' on me, I'm gettin my own creepin' on
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(Nigga talkin') Ay girl, why you ain't answerin
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Hmmm why cause I was gone
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Boo about a hard kill, pay her own light bill
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I don't need you, got a new man for my pleasure still
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Baby I'm a mack, mister you ain't heard my real name?
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Mrs. Pimpin' Dissin suckas who approach me lame
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If you wanna play, get in the shower stroke yo'self
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I ain't the one to be messed with, pimpin' to my death
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Get in it get out, remember how that used to be?
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I would get so pleased when you come and bring your love to me
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But that's the past now, no more freaky tail nights
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No more sexiness on some X, no more late nights
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Repeat Chorus
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[Verse 3]
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I ain't tryina get caught up in yo games
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Personally, I think that you are lame
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Whachu doin' every now and then when you wanna hit
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I ain't givin' you a bit, you'll be just another trick
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On my list of bustas, diamond clusters
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Rings, old game used to be so not told
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With yo' frozen heart, boy you tore my soul apart
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My first ex-partner, ballin heavy from the block
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Wit your seven karat rock, give it to me don't you stop
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I keep fallin' for you, hypnotized out you get my props
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But now I'm single, lady back tight
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I ain't tryin to date a gigolo, men ain't right
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He wanna cut now, he wanna cut later
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He ain't called you then, he ain't call you later
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That's how it goes, I'm out the door, holla back
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Hit me on my 2 Way when you ready
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That's that on that
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Repeat Chorus
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LOVE DON'T LIVE
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Gangsta Boo |