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I'm trynna be a little more this a little more that aye
Im not on the list riddle me that aye
I gave her a lot of my shit
She took it and left, aye
I'm doing the math, aye
Trying not to be mad
But I'm losing my temper
Trynna stay cool like december
She said that she don't like my gender
That's shit that i do not remember
I chew on that like hamburger
Grab the burner, comitted murder, steamy windows Tina Turner
Stuck in limbo i dont think so, i deserve her

Imma need a little more than that
And imma need a little more than you
Tell me what's the reason that you mad?
Got a n*gga feeling blue

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I don't like delays get the f*ck up out my face
You ain't got no taste b*tch this ain't no race
Couldn't catch up either way
That ain't what I like you can't stay the night
You ain't getting no invite
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And that's for ever ever for ever ever
Baby i'm like whatever ever whatever ever

I try to be a little more this
A little more optimistic
You shooting your shot but missed it
Now i'm looking so sopshisticated
I waited and i got tired of this shit
I couldn't believe
It's not what i need
I figured the wrongs and fixed it
N*gga what you thinking
Now she winking
Let that sink in and we drinking
But we ain't messing round at all
She wanna tennis i play ball
But act a menace when i call

Imma need a little more than that
And imma need a little more than you
Tell me what's the reason that you mad?
Got a n*gga feeling blue

Confidential space
I don't like delays get the f*ck up out my face
You ain't got no taste b*tch this ain't no race
Couldn't catch up either way
That ain't what I like you can't stay the night
You ain't getting no invite
No Reply no reply

And that's for ever ever for ever ever
Baby i'm like whatever ever whatever ever
And that's for ever ever for ever ever
Baby i'm like whatever ever whatever ever



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Writer(s): Joshua O Janse, Max R Schuiling, Mick R Langenberg
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