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I luv u |
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III...I..I..I Luv u |
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I luv I Luv I Luv U |
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III...I..I..I Luv u |
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III...I..I..I Luv u |
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I luv I I I I Luv u |
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I I I I I Luv u |
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III...I..I..I Luv u |
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II Luv u I luv u |
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I I I I I |
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I I LLLuv u u u |
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[Dizzee Rascal:] |
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Yo If that girl know's where you stay thats poor |
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some whore banging on your door what for |
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pregnant? what're you talking about this for |
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fifteen, she's underage thats raw |
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and against law 5 years or more |
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and she wants a score and half of a draw |
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some kind of friend that you try and ignore |
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that whore got you pinned down to the floor |
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but its your own fault you said three magic words (i love you) |
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when thats the one for the birds |
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when you said that she forgot other boys |
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its over you better start buying the toys |
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there was no intention in front of your wife |
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that she knows this that she's ending your life |
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its a real shame you got hacked by the whores |
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its a real shame that kid probably aint yours |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Dizzee Rascal:] |
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That girl' some bitch ya know |
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she keep calling my phone |
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she dont leave me alone |
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she just moan and groan |
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she just keep ringin me at home |
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these days i dont answer my phone |
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[Girl:] |
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That boy' some prick you kna' |
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all up in my hair |
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thinks that i care |
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keeps following me here |
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keeps following me there |
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these days i cant go no where |
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[Girl:] |
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Aint that your girl |
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[Dizzee:] |
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Nah it aint my girl |
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[Girl:] |
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I swear that's your girl |
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[Dizzee:] |
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Course it aint my girl |
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[Girl:] |
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She got juiced up |
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[Dizzee:] |
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oh well |
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[Girl:] |
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She got chatted up |
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[Dizzee:] |
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oh well! |
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I swear thats your man |
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[Girl:] |
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I aint got no man |
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[Dizzee:] |
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You was with that man |
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[Girl:] |
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He was just ANY man |
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[Dizzee:] |
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He got hotted up |
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[Girl:] |
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oh well |
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[Dizzee:] |
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He got whacked up |
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[Girl:] |
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oh well! |
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[Dizzee Rascal:] |
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alright, she's a bad girl ima buss doe |
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captain rusko with a crossbow |
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she came she got picked off yo |
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nah its not a love ting, get lost hoe |
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dizzy rascal come down like snow |
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with freezing cold flows like moscow |
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dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow |
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bitch, you're not ready for skid row |
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leap low dizzy rascal dig low |
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big feet for the force with my big toe |
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i got no chaps, no chains not much doe |
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get juiced but you dont get love though |
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dont slap or you might get a ho-hoe |
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jambo coming through like rambo |
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love ting takes two like tango |
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but she aint my wifey she can go |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Dizzee Rascal:] |
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listen, i like your girl so you better look after your girl |
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or i might just take your girl and make your girl my girl |
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switch your girl with michelle |
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switch michelle with chantelle |
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play chantelle with shennele |
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lyrical clientelle but i aint a bow cat, i dont like the smell |
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im gonna go through a shell and make a boy feel unwell |
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that girl's from school, that girl's from college |
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that girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge |
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that girl gives head, that girl gives shines |
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that girl gives bj's at all times |
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she looks decent, she looks fine |
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but dont talk about wifey she's not mine |
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she got batches, 6 in a line, believe me thats not a good sign |
