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(feat. Ciara) [Chorus: Ciara] They say he do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He's done a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what 4x [Verse 1: Field Mob] And they say I'm a s***, I'm a ho, I'm a freak I got a different girl every day of the week You too smart You'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard That they say about me They say that I'm this They said that I'm that But all of it's fiction none of it's fact But you don't be hearing that about your love You let it go in one ear and out the other That he say, she say, they say, I heard The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her miserey needs company So don't listen to that vine of grapes they're nothing but liars hating I bet They wouldn't mind trading places With you by my side in my Mercedes [Chorus: Ciara] They say he do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He done a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what 4x [Verse 2: Field Mob] Mo' money Mo' problems Life of a legend Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding So what, that's your cousin That don't mean nothing Her like missing in a tight of affection You get, you just blind to the facts See the lies, just obvious she cries for attention You to the fine just supply your suspicions But listen, say you love me Gotta trust me Why you stress this high school mess Break up never, they just jealous Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes I-I been to jail, yes I-I'm grinding for real and I'm positive, they talking negative pimp They hate to see you doing better then them, so [Chorus: Ciara] They say he do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He done a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what 4x [Hook: Ciara] Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But your my boyfriend You've always been here for me This love is serious No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But your my boyfriend You've always been here for me I love the thug in ya No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say [Chorus: Ciara] He do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He done a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He so messed up, I heard He's been locked up find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what 4x
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