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Ti-Ti-Tick-tock, walking in the crib at 6 o'clock You can get slapped like Chris Rock. Nigga, this ain't Love & Hip Hop Ain't been a liar I ain't caught, who put the rocks in your wrist watch? Forgot whose house this is? Huh? So better keep it cute, my G (Huh?) Who you had in my Benz? (Huh?) Say that shit again (Huh?) So you was with ya friends? (Huh?) Couldn't check in? (Huh?) You tryna get revenge? (Huh?) You wanna see me spin? Huh? Can we make it work again? Huh? Why you exposing me? Gettin' too close To all of the parts of me I hate the most Boy, we supposed to be lovers, not foes Now all of a sudden, I'm Feeling exposed Exposed Overexposed Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I don't care who you follow, I don't care about your ego I don't care if you rich, broke, but I care where yo' dick go Letras de cancionesWe supposed to be done with them games, I was 'posed to be changing my name Boy, you know I'm from Chicago, I ain't like these LA hoes Tell me who you had in my Benz (Huh?) Who you had in my Benz? (Huh?) Say that shit again (Huh?) Was you in it with ya friends? (Huh?) I told you I'ma lose it Couldn't check in? Huh? You tryna get revenge? Huh? So you wanna see me spin? (Huh?) Can we make it work again? Huh? Why you exposing me? Gettin' too close To all of the parts of me I hate the most Boy, we supposed to be lovers, not foes Now all of a sudden, I'm Feeling exposed Exposed Overexposed I don't wanna be like this on camera Can't let it slide just 'cause you handsome Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah I can't take it no more I don't wanna be like this on camera Can't let it slide just 'cause you handsome I can't take it no more From Letras Mania