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Two years ago, promises is all I heard, wait a minute, let me finish |
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Two years ago, promises is all I heard out of your mouth |
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And now you wanna walk away, boy and tear down the walls in this house |
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You used to tell me sweet things, sweet things in the morning time |
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Now all you do is hurt me and think that everything is fine |
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You better be careful what you say to me |
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'Cause it might turn around on you |
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You better be careful what you do to me |
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'Cause somebody might do it to you |
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Now who was there for you when your ass was out of work, nigga |
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All by myself, taking little man to church |
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So quick to hang up the phone when I step in the room |
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Then you want to turn it all around, I'm gettin' tired of playing fool |
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You better be careful what you say to me |
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'Cause it might turn around on you |
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You better be careful what you do to me |
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'Cause somebody might do it to you |
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If the shoe fits, wear it, boy |
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If the shoe fits, wear it, boy |
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Two years ago, didn't know you had male friends |
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Wait a minute, let me finish |
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Two years ago, didn't know you had male friends off up in college |
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I found out you're still reaching out to some of them Mrs. Busy Body |
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You used to listen to me when you were down and lost |
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But now, you don't even respect me ever since I got laid off |
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You better be careful what you say to me |
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'Cause it might turn around on you |
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You better be careful what you do to me |
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'Cause somebody might do it to you |
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Now who gave you money when your ass was broke without a doubt, nigga |
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And even though lil' man is not my child, I made him mine |
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So quick to run to your friends and talk about what we do in this house |
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And then you wanna party all night long, what the hell you talking 'bout? |
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You better be careful what you say to me |
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'Cause it might turn around on you |
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You better be careful what you do to me |
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'Cause somebody might do it to you |
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If the shoe fits, wear it, girl |
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If the shoe fits, wear it, girl |
