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obsessed with these songs!
ladies and gentlemen
jazzy pha
field mob
ciara
superstar djs
here we go
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
[verse 1]
and they say
im a slut
im a ho
im a freak
i got a different gurl everyday 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 im this
they say that im that
but all of its fiction
none of its fact
but you dont be hearin it about your lover
you let it go in one ear and out the other
now he say she say they say i heard
if they fake we cant let it get on our nerves
she miserable
she just want you to be like her
misery needs company
so dont listen to that vine of grapes
they're nuthin but liars hatin
and i bet
they wouldnt mind tradin places
with you by my side in my mercedes
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
tell em CiCi
[verse 2]
mo money mo problems
life of a legend
haters throw salt like rice at a weddin
so what
thats your cousin
that dont mean nuthin
her like missin is a type of affection you get
you just blind to the facts
see the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
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 mother
mean mug from your brother
im that author of the book
they can judge from the cover
(yes)i been to jail
(and yes)im grindin for real
im a positive talkin negative pimp
they hate to see you doin better than them
so
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
ladies and gentlemen
ciara
[verse 3]
some people dont like it
cuz you hang out in the street
but you my boyfriend
you've always been here for me
this love is serious
no matter what people think
im gon be here for ya
and i don't care what they say(x2)
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
See you got me all alone
Waitin right here by the phone
For you to call me,
Just to here
Your voice tone
I keep on wondering if you was even
Feeling me, I keep on wondering if
This was even meant to be
Tell me imma waste of time, boy
You showing me no sign, is it cuz u on
Ya grid, cuz your always on my mind
I keep on wondering if everything you said was true
I keep on wondering if you were really coming through
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time
And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet sum other guys
But it gets hard sometimes cuz there ain't no one just like you
I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me going through
All i can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way u make me smile
I ain't felt this in a while,
But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion
Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin
The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I
Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I
Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
[Baby Bash:]
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Ronnie Ray all day
Women in the hall way, Ev day losing track of the people tryna call me
Don't take this the wrong way, I been havin long days, doing it, moving
Round the town wherever I'm getting my song played
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Doing Too Much
ladies and gentlemen
jazzy pha
field mob
ciara
superstar djs
here we go
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
[verse 1]
and they say
im a slut
im a ho
im a freak
i got a different gurl everyday 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 im this
they say that im that
but all of its fiction
none of its fact
but you dont be hearin it about your lover
you let it go in one ear and out the other
now he say she say they say i heard
if they fake we cant let it get on our nerves
she miserable
she just want you to be like her
misery needs company
so dont listen to that vine of grapes
they're nuthin but liars hatin
and i bet
they wouldnt mind tradin places
with you by my side in my mercedes
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
tell em CiCi
[verse 2]
mo money mo problems
life of a legend
haters throw salt like rice at a weddin
so what
thats your cousin
that dont mean nuthin
her like missin is a type of affection you get
you just blind to the facts
see the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
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 mother
mean mug from your brother
im that author of the book
they can judge from the cover
(yes)i been to jail
(and yes)im grindin for real
im a positive talkin negative pimp
they hate to see you doin better than them
so
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
ladies and gentlemen
ciara
[verse 3]
some people dont like it
cuz you hang out in the street
but you my boyfriend
you've always been here for me
this love is serious
no matter what people think
im gon be here for ya
and i don't care what they say(x2)
[chorus]
they say
he do a little this
he do a little that
he always in trouble(and i heard)
hes nuthin but a pimp
hes done a lot of chicks
hes always in the club(and they say)
he think he slick
hes got a lot of chips
hes sellin stuff(and i heard)
hes been locked up
find somebody else
he aint nuthin but a thug
so what(x4)
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
See you got me all alone
Waitin right here by the phone
For you to call me,
Just to here
Your voice tone
I keep on wondering if you was even
Feeling me, I keep on wondering if
This was even meant to be
Tell me imma waste of time, boy
You showing me no sign, is it cuz u on
Ya grid, cuz your always on my mind
I keep on wondering if everything you said was true
I keep on wondering if you were really coming through
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time
And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet sum other guys
But it gets hard sometimes cuz there ain't no one just like you
I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me going through
All i can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way u make me smile
I ain't felt this in a while,
But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion
Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin
The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I
Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I
Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
[Baby Bash:]
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Just leave ya name and number
And I'm gon holla at cha
Ronnie Ray all day
Women in the hall way, Ev day losing track of the people tryna call me
Don't take this the wrong way, I been havin long days, doing it, moving
Round the town wherever I'm getting my song played
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
Now here I go again blowing you up,
And my girlfriends keep telling me
I'm doing too much
I'm leaving messages and voicemails
Telling you I miss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Why you tryna diss me
When I just wanna kiss you
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Tell me what's the issue
Who I give these lips to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
This is turning into
Something I ain't hip to
Baby am I doing too much (too much)
Doing Too Much