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Beyonce:
U must not kno bout me
U must not kno bout me
Trina:
Ughh
Taxi come pick this nigga up
A used condom in his truck
Used to trickin wit them sluts
Tellin me i'm number 1
But u was better than tha rest
Truth be told u'z a mess
Who loved to play games
Rollercoaster wit my brain
I cried myself to sleep 'cause it hurt so bad
Askin how could u smoke
Everythin we had
Now i gotta go inside
Tha little black bag
I bet he'll be back
Tryna wave tha white flag
Nigga
Nerve of u sayin i wouldnt find another
U done bumped yo head
U gone need me sucka
Changin my number
I aint thinkin bout u
Im in love wit myself
If u wanna kno tha truth
Beyonce:
In tha closet
That's my stuff
Yes
If I bought it
Babii please dont touch
And keep talking that mess
That's fine
But could u walk and talk
At the same time
And it's my mine name
That's on that Jag
So remove ur bags
Let me call u a cab
Standing in the front yard telling me
How I'm such a fool
Talking about
How I'll never ever
Find a man like you
U got me twisted
U must not know bout me
U must not know bout me
Beyonce
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