You ain’t gettin’ it like I’m gettin’
So tell me what you on, tell me what the hell you want, need to worry ’bout your own.
I’m a have to put you on blast.
‘Cause we look so fresh together, can’t nobody do it better.
And I don’t care what they say I’m gon’ stay with my baby.
Tell me why you in my B-I-Z.
Your gonna make me get my vasoline.
You don’t wanna catch the third degree.
Back up, I need 50 feet.
I don’t think ya really want it.
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