Nigga Please
You think you gat game
You think you're all that
But the truth of the matter is
Nigga you need to go pack

Cause I'm sick of hearing you
   tell me lie after lie
I'm ready to see you leave
Please go bye bye

You really think I'll miss you
Think I'll break down and cry
Think I'll run around screaming
Think I'll lose my mind
You gatta be crazy
Nigga when you leave I'm gonna fly

It's not about ice and it's not about cheese
It's about respecting me and taking care of my needs
So next time you think,
   playing with my mind will be a breeze
Remember these my parting words...
Nigga Please!
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