I'm your honey dipper so you say you know



Then you react and attack every flirt and ho



But oh no you gots to go now bro



To and fro unh unh no more



So just walk out the door and be out like Margetta



I've been through this before but now I think I better



Kick ya to the curb cuz this hurts word



You dis and wanna kiss? Now that's absurd



Yo Spinderella ain't the kind type to be pulled down, ya know



Before I go out I go blow-for-blow



So tell those hos that sittin' there waitin' by the phone



That they can have you cuz you's gone







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All you gotta do is just step-step



Me and you, we're through so just step-step



All you gotta do is just step-step



I hate to be ya







I'm not the one to be gone



You better go out and get someone else, hon



Who can eat your lies when you feed it to her



And take that little thumb when you give me to her



Cuz you was packin' now you're lackin'



You used to be stackin' when you was the mackin'



But that's alright, it's a small thing, a small thing



A two-minute brother, girls, I stress a small thing



Yo, back to the track in the matter



I don't need to see you think you're all of thatta



Regardless of you my purse and pockets will be fatter



I leaved ya flat, I leave ya flat, I left ya flatter







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