Today we will be discussing... Love
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(I dont think you hear me though)
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Is there anyone.. (I don't think you hear me though)
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Is there anyone.. (I don't think you, I don't think you)..
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anyone...in love?
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[Hook]
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I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
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Knowin' the shit you do
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I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
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All that shit you took a nigga through
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I told myself that everything would work out fine
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(I fucked 'round and hit it)
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fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
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(I fucked 'round and hit it)
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and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
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I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
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and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
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a motherfuckin' fool for love.
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[Verse One]
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man, I was sure I had Ms. Perfect
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I was settling down
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through fuckin' round
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most the time I stayed at her house
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spent all my time, with her when we stayed in the town
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thought this shit right here was really bout to work out
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quickly found out, that wasn't her intentions
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shorty phone used to ring e're five seconds
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ain't pay attention
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she would always take her calls in the kitchen
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go to the sink, runnin' water like she washin' dishes
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ain't tryin' a listen
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I know how them shorties is
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always in somebody business
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gossipin', shootin' bullshit with her girlfriend
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one day feelin like a joker
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told her I wasn't comin over
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Jive got me on the last flight out to Arizona, what I told her
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went over unexpected
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rung the bell (ding dong!) Domino's (just a second!)
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opened the door with the robe on
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she only put on, when she naked as the day she was born
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I'm just standin' there with crossed arms
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then her baby car came out
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lookin' at me like ("Nigga wha's wrong?!")
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Wha's wrong?!?
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[Hook]
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I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
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Knowin' the shit you do
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I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
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All that shit you took a nigga through
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I told myself that everything would work out fine
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(I fucked 'round and hit it)
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fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
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(I fucked 'round and hit it)
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and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
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I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
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and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
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a motherfuckin' fool for love.
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[Verse Two]
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if I aint just get outta prison,
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man listen, I'd a did him
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by Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the nigga, I aint' bullshittin'
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glad I had my man with me
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he fast, turned me around
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pulled me out the house
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to the car, nigga we out
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I'm madder than a muhfucker, heart tore up
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lookin for a clip to dry this off the side of (whoo!)
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man I caught him in the house wit' my girl
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damn cuz that shit was fucked up
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fuck her,.... just like the rest of 'em
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I'm a tell ya somethin', I can't front
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we been broke up for a couple of months
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and I done called her up we talked
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I aint mad as I was
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she ain't doin no mo' than I done
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ya know?, just got caught wit her's
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hit me right here when she told me she still had my stuff
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(want me to bring it?) can you stay when you come?
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(uh huh) DAMN!
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[Hook]
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I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
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Knowin' the shit you do
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I shoulda known better than to be out here fuckin' with you
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All that shit you took a nigga through
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I told myself that everything would work out fine
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(I fucked 'round and hit it)
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fucked around and slipped and hit that pussy one mo' time
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(I fucked 'round and hit it)
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and got caught up in something that's worse than drugs
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I'm a motherfuckin' fool for love.
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and I'm just a (just a) just a (just a)
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a motherfuckin' fool for love.
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[Verse Three]
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sheeeit, I ain't a sucker cuz
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shit, I can't help that I love her
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my baby got some good stuff
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I'm coo-coo for coco puffs
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time to break out the candles
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and old Marvin Gaye
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huh, let me straighten up
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aw, you know what?
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hmmm, lemme call her back
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where I put her number at?
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ain't it 757-23..yeah, 36
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see if she want some fish
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I can fix it 'fore she get here
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man, I hope my boo ain't left yet
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aw, come on, come on
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know you on the other line an' shit
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