[Intro: Joe Budden]
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Huh-uh, uhh
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Shorty old news though (remix)
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Taha, yesterday's paper
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Check this, uh (uhh)
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[Joe Budden:]
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Baby like it raw, I don't even waste a Magnum on her
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Clean up amazing, I appreciate the fashion on her
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Bad than a muh'fuck, ain't too many passin on her
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Only right I pick her up the way she got a wagon on her
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When I'm on that road don't hit them bops when I'm in town
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Not unless it's for the threesome, if it's poppin she'll be down
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Know these other jokers be starin but'll stop when I'm around
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First to get inside them jeans, she be hoppin up and down
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Let the world know that she ride, they think eventually we'll break up
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And I love it when we argue cause eventually we make up
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I mean - we fight and fuck, we fuck and fight
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We fuck some more, e'ry fuckin night
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Shape great, taste great, body softer than cashmere
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And anytime her checks drop she know that she could crash here
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Them other broads is other broads, all of them is last year
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Can't get mad, I'm just statin facts here
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Word!
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[Chorus: Tank]
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She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
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Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
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She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
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Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
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She don't put it down like you, girl you workin with the killer
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Ain't nobody fuckin with ya
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She don't put it down like you, down-down like you (she know)
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Down-down like you (she know) down-down like you (she know)
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She don't put it down like you
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[Fabolous:]
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Hey you gotta make you next move your best move, right?
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That's what I be tellin her, haha
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That boy 'Loso
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Joe, what's up boy?
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Never trippin off the past, I would rather never mind 'em
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Cause only fools trip over somethin that be behind 'em
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And yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery
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She here at the present time, it feel like a gift when she
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put it down, down, all the way, down
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You could get, down, but can you stay, down?
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Shout out to the ladies with yo' down asses
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That keep a tight circle and them round asses (nice)
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At the crib it's just us nigga
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Fuck me so good make me not trust niggaz
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That's my shit, I'm over-protected
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You want that good shit you know where yo' connect live
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Told my ex don't be bitter, be better
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I'll replace her before I re-gret her
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Texts now and then that question how I've been
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The hook sound like a message I would send
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[Chorus]
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[Twista:]
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Twista!
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A down girl I remember when I used to bag up in the basement with her
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With the attraction of a Michael Jackson swag, but in this case a +Thriller+
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And she was a wolf not in sheep's clothin, but a grey chinchilla
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Even though I found another assassin that could never be yo' replacement killer
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When I got up in her it was kinda good to me but I know that she don't put it down like you
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Cut from the bottom and you up when you rock when on top cause ain't nobody around like you
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Pull it back to me and I'm all up in it fully when I'm holdin a palm full of hair
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Then I lay you back in missionary position and give it to you good with your Lou' Vuittons in the air
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Got a bad new bitch, but she don't be trippin or cuss with them flaws
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But she don't be doin the way you be doin it when you be workin them walls
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I'm bumpin some [?] I'm fuckin her good, but then you would go frontin
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Steady cuttin with the bitches all on me cause I'm with Joe Budden, the one hoes wantin
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I'll put you in the category of somebody that'll give it to me good but'll work a nigga nerves
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Individual and never particular but I'll never be with her so I'ma kick her to the curb
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I got a new woman and though I be buildin her up to be better than you
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She fine but don't know how to throw it back, so she can never be you
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[Bridge: Tank]
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I done put another in your space
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Damned if they do, it's been hard to replace
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I just want the same judge sittin on the case
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She gon' hate, but she know
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[Chorus]
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She Don't Put It Down (Remix)
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Joe Budden |