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Must be, you Must be Must be, you Must be Shawty, where you goin'? Whippin' and swervin', hittin' them curbs 'Cause I'm on my way to come get you (Yeah) The way that you serving making me nervous Nobody give me this feeling (Feeling) We don't do dates but we can relate 'Cause we just be smokin' and chillin' (Yeah) Know you been waitin', gotta stay patient We'll be on top in a minute (Minute) I saw it in the beginning, yeah (Yeah) You were bound to give me problems Go back and forth like it's tennis (Yeah) You got everybody watching But I see the stars when I'm in it (Yeah) But I gotta leave when I'm finished Gotta get back to my business Money and fucking these bitches You must be lonely, you must be sad Keep hitting up my phone and asking where I'm at You be complicated, it still make me laugh Letras de cancionesShe's a real pain in the ass, but she still get the bag When I'm mad I still want her with me Like the first day we met, first time we had sex, babe Girl, just hold on to me Don't be afraid, no, no No more lyin', no more cheatin' No more spyin' for no reason Cut it out, cut it out You know how much I love you And how much I need you How much I need you I be on my way to come see you, see you You got a man we ain't equal, equal I would never do you like he do, he do Most of these girls be see through, see through Why your home girls so evil, evil? Ain't none of your friends' business Ain't none of your friends' business 'bout what we do You wanna be more than a number two I wanna be more than a one night dude I'm just tryna chill and fuck on you I'm just tryna make you comfortable I'm just tryna make you comfortable Hit that block and stunt with you Anything you wanna do, anything you wanna do You must be lonely, you must be sad (Sad) Keep hitting up my phone and asking where I'm at (Ask, yeah) You be complicated, it still make me laugh She's a real pain in the ass, but she still get the bag When I'm mad I still want her with me Like the first day we met, first time we had sex, babe Girl, just hold on to me Don't be afraid, no, no (No, no, no, no, ooh) No more lyin', no more cheatin' (No more cheatin') No more spyin' for no reason (Oh, no, no, no) Cut it out, cut it out You know how much I love you And how much I need you From Letras Mania