[Amil]
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nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and
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action speaks louder than words and
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said you would treat me right
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they said you be sweating every freak in sight
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yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
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yeah i know, you want to have your seed
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yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
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yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
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oh, you never felt this way before, huh
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wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
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what happened to them minks and the diamond rings
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lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
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nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch
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if i can't get the keys just to drive the whip
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if i ain't the one you take on the private trips
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if you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga
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chorus
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[Jay-z]
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we'll always be togetha
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no one can fuck you betta
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[Amil]
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yeah nigga i heard this all before
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yeah nigga i heard this all before
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yeah nigga you drive me crazy
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i wanna have your baby
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[Jay-z]
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yeah bitch, i heard this all before
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yeah bitch, i heard this all before
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[Jay-z]
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i thought you ain't like rap
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you was deceiving me
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all you do all day is watch BET
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actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
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mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
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you shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
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now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise
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yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out
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yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house
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yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor
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how you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me that
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shit, we both gamin eachother
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lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
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i tried to front on you i take you to my rest
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you tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
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i'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
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you trying to score your self a gucci parka
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and that new shit from prada
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you tryin to get a rich baby father
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i'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
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this ain't rocket science
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ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
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and stop frontin like your shit is real
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you get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
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and if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong
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look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok
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[Amil]
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nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
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i knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
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i mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
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i mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell?
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i find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
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when i call you don't even know who i am
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so you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
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don't tell me, motherfucka show me
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chorus x2
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Heard It All
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Amil |