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Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls, girls Aiyyo sweetie, you're lookin' kinda pretty What's a girl like you, doin' in this rough city? I'm just here, tryin' to hold my own ground Yeah, I think, I like how that sound What you say we gets to know each other better? That sounds good but I don't think that I can let ya I don't know, tell me is it so Do you get a kick, out of tellin' brothers no? No it's not that see you don't understand How should I put it? I got a man What's your man got to do with me? I told ya I'm not tryin' to hear that, see I'm not one of those girls that go rippin' around I'm not a dog baby, so don't play me like a clown I admit, I like how you kick it Now you're talkin' baby, dats da ticket Now don't get excited and chuck your own hand I already told ya, I got a man What's your man got to do with me? I got a man I'm not tryin' to hear that, see? I got a man What's your man got to do with me? I got a man I'm not tryin' to hear that Now you can persist to play Don Juan all day But ain't nothin' gonna change Yeah baby, sure you're right I'ma break it down and do whatever I gots to do I tell you know, I got eyes for you You got eyes, but they not for me You better use them for what they for And that's to see You know what's the problem, ya not used to learnin' I'm Big Daddy Longstroke, and your man's Pee Wee Herman I got a question to ask you troop Are you a chef, 'cause you keep feedin' me soup You know what they say about those who sweat thyself You might find yourself, by yourself I'm not waitin' because I'm no waiter So when I blow up, don't try to kick it to me later All them girls must got you gassed A-when they see a good thing they don't let it pass Well that's okay, 'cause see if that's their plan 'Cause for me, I already got a man What's your man got to do with me? I got a man I'm not tryin' to hear that see I got a man What's your man got to do with me? I got a man I'm not tryin' to hear that What am I, some crab inmate That just came home from jail Sweatin' you for a date? I don't want no beef, I just wants to get together On how you talkin', ssh, whatever We can't have nothin' It all depends Well, if we can't be lovers than we can't be friends Well, then I guess it's nothing Well, ha I think you're bluffing Well, I'ma call my man Well, I can get raggamuffin' You better catch a flashback remember I'm not crabbin' it You know my style, from I'm not havin' it All I remembers an excuse me miss You can't get a guy like me with a line like this Well look I'll treat you good My man treats me better I talk sweet on the phone My man writes love letters I'll tell you that I want you And tell you that I care My man says the same except he's sincere Well, I'm clean cut and dapper, that's what I'm about My man buys me things and he takes me out Well, you can keep your man, 'cause I don't go that route Don't you know you have to respect me There's a lot of girls out there who won't say no You're out for mami with your DJ Money Boom batter my pockets is gettin' fatter I wanna turn you on and excite you Let me know the spot on your body and I bite you So when your man don't treat you like he used to I kick in like a turbo booster You want lovin' you don't have to ask when Your man's a headache, I'll be your aspirin' All confusion, you know I'll solve 'em You gat a what? How long you had that problem? What's your man got to do with me? I'm not tryin' to hear that see
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