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Bongo by the wayWooBrrNiggas wrapped around the planetGot me feeling like I'm Janet and it's 1984 (Uh, huh)Got 'em all in a panicAll this body that I'm givingGot 'em coming up with different strokesBeen doing shows since high schoolTo the mall, then record in the mic boothTryna get on just like youDon't chase the money, be humbleAnd let it find youNo, I can't tell you what to do (No)I can't tell you how to move (No, no)No, I can't tell you what to doI can't tell you how to move (I move)I know your thinking that you might know what it isStill have no idea'Cause when you finally understand just what it isStill have no ideaWhat's loveThese daysWе don't know what to sayHeartbreakSo muchWe don't givе a fuck, noAround the corner where X livedIn the school street projectsCursin' out my exes (Motherfucker, kiss my ass, bitch)Niggas was dying for less thanThank God that we made it out the hoodWhat a blessingNever know what they might doNiggas pretending they living a double life tooI ain't never been the type toTalk about some shit I never really been throughNo, I can't tell you what to do (No-ooh, oh)I can't tell you how to move (I can't)No, I can't tell you what to do (No)I can't tell you how to moveI know your thinking that you might know what it isStill have no idea'Cause when you finally understand just what it is(You still don't have no) Still have no ideaWhat's loveThese daysWe don't know what to sayHeartbreakSo muchWe don't give a fuckNo ideaOh, you still won't have no ideaBrr
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