Okay, in the house

What kind of fuckery is this?

You made me miss the Slick Rick gig ()

And thought I didn't love you when I did

Can't believe you played me out like that

No, you ain't worth guest list

Plus one of all them girls you kiss

You can't keep lying to yourself like this

Can't believe you played yourself like this

Slick Rick wanting, but come Brixton

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones

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What kind of fuckery are you?

Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew

Thought I could swear that we are through

I still wonder 'bout the things you do

What kind of fuckery are we?

Now don't mean dick to me

But I'll let you make it up to me

Baby, you playing

Mr. Destiny, 9 and 14

Nobody stands in between me and my man

'Cause me and Mr. Jones

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