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Check it out, Ruff Endz, two thousand yo.
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No doubt, a lady, for all the shorties.
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I wanna send some love out to my baby.
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete.
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady.
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie,
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And she's the only girl for me.
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I'm lying in my bedroom, thinking about my baby.
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She's like a picture from a magazine,
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And she's all mine.
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I'm really really feeling her,
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And I wanna tell the world.
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So Mr. Deejay, won't you please play,
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A song for us,
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I wanna send some love out to my baby.
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete.
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady.
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie,
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And she's the only girl for me.
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Stop, hold up, let me tell ya, what the deal,
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I was wrong, and I know it, gotta say it.
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I was running with some other girl,
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And I knew I was wrong, I was wrong, yes I was.
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So I'm calling to apolgize, on the radio.
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So Mr. Deejay, can you please say a shout out for me?
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I wanna send some love out to my baby.
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete.
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady.
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie,
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And she's the only girl for me.
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That's right, check it out,
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This one goes out to my dime piece,
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This one goes out to my homies.
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This one goes out to my shorties.
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This one goes out to all the ladies.
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Mr. Deejay, oh, play something,
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Something for my baby.
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Send a shout out to my baby.
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I wanna send some love out to my baby.
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Cause she's the only that makes me feel complete.
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I gotta send a shout out to my lady.
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Cause she's my shorty, my dime piece, my homie,
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And she's the only girl for me.
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Shout Out
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| Ruff Endz |
