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I I I I
I told you, not to wear that dress at the club tryna dance up on me
I told you, not to push that thing on me
If you know I want it


It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

Go up to my room, you've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
You know what you doing baby
Go up to my room girl
you've been such a, such a bad girl
Such a sexy naughty girl
(oooh, oooh)

Baby I told you, not to wear them heels that make your legs look so sexy
I I I I
I told you
Not to wear them heels that say I'm ready come get me
Ay Ay,

They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
They gon get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)





Yeah, invitations in the whirlwind
We both bad at it
Told myself no more hittin' n-ggas girlfriends
Thats my old bad habit
Here you go, round that
Already know, what I'm staring at
I mean from top to bottom your body is problem so
Somebody better take care of that
And who
Better than, the n-gga let 'em in
When your man aint home, you can let him in
Late night Letterman
I aint gon tat-a-tale
Damn your ass bad as hell


It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)
It's gon' get you in trouble
(oooh, oooh)

I told you not to stare at me like that when I'm performing
I-I-I-I told you
Thats thats gon' make us til the early morning

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