[Associates]
Drop that.. what?
Uhh, Sisqo, Associates, T.R.
You feel this, what the deal?

[Sisqo]
Oh, oh, you knew I wasn't faithful from the jump
so don't front
Like I was quiting acting up buggin'
Since when, we've been messin
Flexin love has been good, no doubt
but now tryna get me on lock down
Tryna figure out what I'm all about
If I'm going out, who I'm chillin wit, what I'm dealin wit
Just can't, just can't handle it
You're not my girl and I'm not your man
I'ma tell you again so you understand
I'm not tryna be caught in, I'm not movin, not budgin
not tryna get stuck in somethin I can't get of
If you thought twice shorty then I doubt ya
Need to get off-a my back
You line too tight, need to cut my some slack
So let's go

[Chorus: LovHer + Sisqo]
Can I live, can I breathe
Inhale, exhale, get off-a me
What I do, where I be
Who I see, without you tellin me what is this
Can I live, can I breathe
Inhale, exhale, get off-a me
Give me privacyyy!

[Sisqo]
Met you at the club, it was pumpin
Drunk as hell, got the Henne', but thugin
Smokin somethin, I saw you with your girlfriend
actin like your cousins, but you really wasn't
Plus I caught you wit the horny face
GRRR! And you loved it
So I took it to the crib for some fuckin
Touchin, huggin, lotta rubbin
You always layin, not bustin
I hollered at you cause your body was right
and I stay smashin lip cause the shit was tight
What was your time, come with me tonight
If you thought it was sweet, ain't not tonight
I won't go that how and it ain't my life
I'ma baller, you a chicken, need to get it right
So get my wisdom, why you stressin me?
Need to stop stressin me
You can't handle it, chills in the memory!

[Chorus]

[LovHer + Sisqo]
Leave 'em, love 'em, bust, I leave 'em
That is just the way I treat 'em
I don't know your type or reason
Not my girl so I'm not cheatin
Never, ever, ever will be
I don't care don't have to feel me
nothing changed from the beginning
this is the end so be it!

[Associates]
T.R., oh, oh
They put this in the club, I feel faintly attracted
Ain't tryna go home to the smell of old rabbits
That's why we doin chill so I steal it from your cabbage
The meanin of expense and to clarify your status
You ain't my Gina, and I aint your Martin
So chill wit that crazy bullshit that you sparkin
Crazy enough to bull-clock, you bent off a Ken Robert
Replys on your signature, smotherin my inbox
Call all the time, but never seen
I could smell when you call boo you get the in button
I never understood you ain't in the wood somethin
So why you keep binoculars in hand like the cuffin
You grey-hairin me, no better yet
Fuck that boo you're scarin me, talk you wanna marry me
Lov, go stalk another nigga, I ain't greavin
It's a piece so why I'm pullin out the scissors now bounce, bounce

[Chorus]

[Associates]
Whoa whoa, we out
Sisqo, another one
T.R., uhh uhh, ONE!

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