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No sweat I make it all look easy A cover girl, around the world You see me The truth hurts I don't lie, believe me I don't need you But I'll get by, believe me Here and there and everywhere Houdini Tick tock, you don't stop Repeat me Tick tock, you don't stop You need me (Boy just admit that you know) You need me You know you need me You want a lot You want a little bit You want a thot Or do you prefer them celibate You wanna fight Or nigga you wanna settle it Take you to court with the facts Presenting all the evidence Exhibit A, DTLA The first time Exhibit B, Miami Beach The fourth time Playin a fool that wouldn't be me It won't be me All of this drama I promise you that You know you make me wanna HOLLA You know you make me wanna HOLLA You, you You make me wanna HOLLA You know you make me wanna HOLLA You know you make me wanna HOLLA I only do flats I don't do drumsticks I'm an intelligent chick I don't do dumb shit Okay you went and threw a curve at me, huh Nice pitch I Pokemon, catch 'em all 'Cuz I'm nice like this Nights like this I wish raindrops would fall (FALL) Nice try, see ya later alligator I'm no hater, hey You want a lot You want a little bit You want a thot Or do you prefer them celibate You wanna fight Or nigga you wanna settle it Take you to court with the facts Presenting all the evidence Exhibit A, DTLA The first time Exhibit B, Miami Beach The fourth time Playin a fool that wouldn't be me It won't be me All of this drama I promise you this is my last time You know you make me wanna HOLLA You, you You make me wanna HOLLA You know you make me wanna HOLLA You make me wanna HOLLA Never been the type for convenience Never been the type you only call When you need it I been the type to only show you love When I mean it And I'm only addressing all this shit For one reason I'm done with it 'Cuz I be eating' these niggas up For the fun of it That's just like blaming a bus You stood in front of it I kick 'em all to the curb Just for the punt of it Move out of my face You all in my space I'm over it, yep You want a lot You want a little bit You want a thot Or do you prefer them celibate You wanna fight Or nigga you wanna settle it Take you to court with the facts Presenting all the evidence Exhibit A, DTLA The first time Exhibit B, Miami Beach The fourth time Playin a fool that wouldn't be me It won't be me All of this drama I promise you this is my last time You know you make me wanna HOLLA You, you You make me wanna HOLLA You know you make me wanna HOLLA You make me wanna HOLLA
Writer(s): Anthony Williams Ii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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