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Yo, look, look, look |
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They call her jezebel |
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You might find her in your neighborhood |
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Always in some shit |
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Up to no good |
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Constant boastin' bragging to her friends |
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Juiced every boy in your ends |
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Gettin' outta school |
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She would truant every day |
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Always on the link |
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Different boy every day |
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Missed mathematics, she was doing acrobatics |
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But not gym class |
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She was gettin' doggy fast |
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Yo, they call her jezebel |
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Friends call her sket behind her back |
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She never knew the plot |
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She was born off track |
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Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice |
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Hates love but she's been digged in twice |
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Pass with, hoe she can't keep her legs closed |
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Always on the creep |
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Now she's in too deep |
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Now she face's neglect, abuse and rape |
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And [incomprehensible] killer |
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If she try to escape |
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What's your name? |
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I've seen you about |
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I think your tromp |
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I really hope your not a grim |
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I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy |
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Where you from? |
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Hot stuff |
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I really hope your not a grim |
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I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy |
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I've seen you around |
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I think your tromp |
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I really hope your not a grim |
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I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy |
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Where you from? |
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Hot stuff |
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I really hope your not grim |
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I really hope your not a jezebel |
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You might find her at a house rave |
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For the fifth time |
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She's gettin' wind from behind |
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Had a bit to drink |
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So she's acting kinda slow |
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She came with Natasha |
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But she's leaving with Joe |
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Ricky loves Jezzy but Jezzy loves Bling |
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Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing |
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Joe's got a name |
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And Jezzy loves fame |
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She wants a man to show |
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So it's all about Joe |
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They call her jezebel |
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On her way to get wocked out |
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Get battery |
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And get kicked out |
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Jezzy weren't expecting more than four |
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But what could she say? |
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She just did it anyway |
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Messed up caught a kinda S T D |
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Gonorrhea, herpes, no V D |
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Left bitter, left angry, left vexed |
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But still loves sex |
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Passed it on to the next |
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What's your name? |
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I've seen you about |
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I think your tromp |
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I really hope your not a grim |
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I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy |
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Where you from? |
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Hot stuff |
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I really hope your not a grim |
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I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy |
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I've seen you around |
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I think your tromp |
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I really hope your not a grim |
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I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy |
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Where you from? |
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Hot stuff |
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I really hope your not grim |
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I really hope your not a jezebel |
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Pretty but |
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Ain't got a brain |
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Got no shame |
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Got juiced on the train |
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Went from Daddy's little girl |
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To Daddy's heart attack |
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House reck a side |
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She could never go back |
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Raised in the Church |
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Not knowin' anythin' |
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Learned about boys |
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Ruined every thing |
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Aged sixteen |
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She was never full grown |
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She was in a family |
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Now she's got one of her own |
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Two kids |
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Even worse |
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Two little girls |
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Two more of her |
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That's two jezebel's |
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Two fatherless kids |
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One single Mum |
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No longer young |
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But the boy's still come |
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Yo, wishin' she could take it back to the old school |
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And make better choice's |
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Oh, what a fool |
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But all by her side |
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But she wonder man |
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Only if she was six years younger |
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Damn |
