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Chorus:
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Tell your girl to stop calling my phone,
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Tell her to get a life and leave us alone.
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Won't she get over it and leave us be,
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Gotta take care of yours,
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But you're still gonna be with me.
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Verse One:
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I've got something on my mind,
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See it bothers me,
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'Cuz I'm sick of all the calls,
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And I'm tired of all the beef.
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Calling my crib seven days a week,
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Hang up on her so she don't say,
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She's hating me 'cuz I got your love,
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When she's the one that's got your baby.
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Repeat Chorus
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Verse Two:
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The closer I get to you,
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The more she's all up in your grill,
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Talkin' 'bout how y'all should work it out,
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And it would be better for the kids.
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But she won't pull that sh*t on me,
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'Cuz I'm here to stay,
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And I ain't got nothing to do with her,
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So why she keep frontin' with you and me?
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Repeat Chorus
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Bridge:
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I know that everyday,
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Didn't think it'd turn this way,
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I know you made mistakes,
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And you wish that it would change.
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Once you look outside of things,
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You get nothing but love from me,
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So I hold it down for you,
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You know I don't love anybody else,
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Do you love me?
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Break:
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Tell your girl,
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Don't call my phone,
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Tell her to leave, leave us alone
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(Repeat)
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Repeat Chorus to fade
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Tell Your Girl
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