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[Timbaland -
Uh, up girl
Why you on me?
I thought we was past
me?
Alright let me to ya, uh

[Chorus - - w/ ad libs]
C'mon what's the hold up
You carryin me your school folder
I want your dinner, not your cold
Why you keep givin me the shoulder?
(Shorty)

C'mon baby what's the up
You carryin me like your folder
I want your dinner, not cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the shoulder?
(Cause I'm fly)

[Verse 1 -
When I'm alone in my room, I stare at the wall
And I think of them times when you was lickin my
I never came in your face, you said you the taste
That's a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your plate
You comfortable now? You need your toes
I'm to rub 'em down, first I put on da barges
With your favorite song, you need to off the thong
Go head, nibble on my neck, doin it wrong
We be doin it, and doin it, and doin it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I when you smile
I'll be in town week, can I keep an erection?
Twelve pack of Lifestyles is my of protection
See I'm than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so
It's like I'm Rick James "Superfreaky"
I put a hot dog in your bum that to make you cum

[Verse 2 -
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a love
And I told her, hurt me again
Actin like the a vo in my living room den
Like it never took much to really get you back
some college ruled paper and my ball point pen
Crackers, pimp juice, and my Benz
We my block and we do it again
Now fast forward to my living room flo'
Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin to go
I broke my watch cause this raggedy ho
She like the time wasn't right, then she hugged me
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a love
And I told her, don't me again
Can't we live The Ropers, "Three's Company" man, huh?

[Verse 3 -
me if she like it and if not
Girl is this spot?
I cum in second, some reppin for camel lot
And when I was a kid, I to fuck in the bushes
time I turn it down is when you don't use dush
You got the "Eye of a Tiger" and your is fly
It's a Hall of Fame booty baby, retire
And I aspire to be of convenience for you
But we fuckin in the bed, cut in the living room
You likin my pimperation, do I calm your
Never pleased, so you settle with masturbation
I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm when cuttin
Give me fifteen minutes, you'll be comin and cummin