[Timbaland]
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Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what
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Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, what
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Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what
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Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, say what, here we go
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Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go
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Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go
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Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go
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Do you want it? Part two, part two
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[Bassey]
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Why you always askin' me why I talk like that?
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What, you think you betta, nigga, cuz your pockets are fat?
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Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant?
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You talkin' trash to these niggas about to dent up they whip
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You know me and I don't think I have to explain
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You that same crotty nigga that fucked that bitch in my Range
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It was the same, life, it was talked up a good game
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Between that money and that pussy that she claim to fame
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[Timbaland]
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Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap lies
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It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs
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Never ever was the one that humped that girl on your Rover
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You forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on your Rover
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It's Timbaland, baby, I don't get down like that
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Don't try to explain, get yo ass to the back
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Never ever disrepsect the man that put you on his team
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Now baby dove, get the keys to your Beem'
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1[Timbaland]
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Why you talkin' big trash to me?
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[Bassy]
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Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
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[Timbaland]
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Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
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[Bassy]
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Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
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[Timbaland]
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Why you talkin' big trash to me?
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[Bassey]
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Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy
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[Timbaland]
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Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be
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[Bassey]
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Because you always playin' games with Bassy
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[Bassey]
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I done met many players that act like you
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Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to screw
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Instead of talkin' 'Hit me up around the 1st and the 5th'
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Cuz you rot in a crumbed out six, you think I'm whipped
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Got numerous niggas that be rottin' my shit
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And the last thing I need is a nigga for kicks
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I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on Gucci
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Fuck the money and diamonds cuz nigga, I'm still shinin'
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[Timbaland]
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Look at you, girl, talkin' trash
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Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show your ass
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Don't try to get on my track and clown
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You my queen, my mistress, my Jackie Brown
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Why you tryin' to start trouble in my can?
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Now hot and angry and I'm getting amped
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Keep on givin' me the cold shoulder
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Now I got to get the keys to the Roller
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You gone
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Repeat 1
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[Bassey]
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It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the love
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Only wanted most what ghetto girls dream of
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I need the Hummers and the yachts, Don P on the rocks
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Cardierre wrist wear with the shivel on top
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Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace me
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Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was crazy (know you was crazy)
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Tried to play me but your game's a little lazy
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Cuz I hooked up and got with your man, nigga scrammed
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[Timbaland]
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Girl, what you know about Cardi and wrist wear?
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When you don't even wear Vic's Underwear
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Think before you start talkin' shit
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Remember, I'm the man with the diamonds and whips
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I ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those speedos
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I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my people
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I keep tellin' you this is me you talkin' to
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Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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Talkin' Trash
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| Timbaland |
