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And just because I said I'm sorry ya well I Still think you're lame and gonna do it again not gonna break me down oh yea Don't mean that I'm gonna shake your hand and let a mans have a little one up on me That bouncing shirt's your one and only ya And if you lined side by side couldn't tell you guys of from a pack of nine greasy little 8 balls Yeah I got a problem (Wohhooo) B-b-back off cause I don't care what your job is That Bluetooth on your head ain't cool and I got a problem (Wohhooo) And I don't like it that you Think you can solve 'em When you're draggin me away I'll say Don't walk in front of me (Oh yea oh yea) Don't walk in front of me (Oh yea oh yea) That ain't no way to be (Oh yea oh yea) And you will back down cause we know that you'll be sorry And you've all heard those bouncing stories ya well I saw Two a them demo a guy who was a one forty five at the back with these little leather whip things If I'm the puck and they're the goalie ya well it'd be Letras de cancionesHell of a lot like real life with the scores coming in and there's large lopside Yeah I got a problem (Wohhooo) Nobody likes you but you think that you're balling Inked up with a gay tribal tat And I got a problem I think it's funny that your honeys are calling And we're laughing at you from the back You think you got this place on lockdown And you got all the ladies in this place loving you What are you making like 9 or 10 an hour clean cash? Always in my face and I don't take no guff From Letras Mania