Pack your shit And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more Boy you gotta Pack your shit And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more Can't you see now baby With the tears in my eyes I don't feel right But you don't feel the same way How can we live this way Got your girls on the telephone Talkin bout this and that, that and this So pack your shit Go on your merry little way I've got no time for you today No way You said you hup'd up But you never fucked up (up) So what the hell is this shit on my covers? (cover) You say you love me Every time you fuck me (every time you fuck me) How could you do this to me Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more Boy you gotta Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more Now wait a minute now, baby girl You say the pain in your life is because of me Then you go fucking up my clothes, my cars Did all I have to do for you, baby So check your best friend Walkin round the house With those tight mini skirts and no drawers on "Baby your a man in me" she said "And I'll fulfill your every fantasy" That's when I hup'd up But I never fucked up You never found no shit up on no covers Said I loved you Every time I kissed you How could you do this to me (Mel B & Sisqo) Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more Boy you gotta Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more How could you do this to me? You said you hup'd up But you never fucked up So what the hell is this shit on my covers? (what's that shit on the cover) You say you love me Every time you fuck me How could you do this to me, oh Boy you gotta Pack your shit And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more (no, no) Boy you gotta Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more, oh Boy you gotta Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more, oh Boy you gotta Pack your shit (pack that shit) And get the hell out Don't come back around here no more
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