100 lyrics for "I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it"

I want you I need you I gotta be near you I spent my money as I took my turn There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was Nancy Her face was nothing fancy She left a trail of happiness and misery
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I'm in love with a stripper She really think I'm playing, I'm playing She take me for a joke when I say it Gotta get her, gotta get with her I can't stay out this club She got the body of a goddess, everybody know that Super cute face and the booty so
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And as the years go by Try and for Your name will fade out gradually Nearly had ya But it was waiting in the wings Now I gotta add you to my list of people to try and forget about Now I gotta add yours to my list of faces to try and not think about Now I
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I can't stop drinking about you No one's gonna love you like I do I gotta numb the pain Without you I ain't the same So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever! (Wow oh) So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better! (Wow oh) I
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DJ don't you play nothing slow Keep those girls out on the floor Gotta make them want to come back for more. Been here since the sun went down, Be here when it comes back around Worked all week it's time to play Gonna get a little bit sideways And it's
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Just get it together Cheer up baby And then baby, cheer up Cheer up baby 追いかけて 気がないフリして 恋してるの Be a man, a real man Gotta see you love me like a real man 君から鳴るベルベル ごめんマジ無理
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Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date
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Reach, It's not as bad as it seems I cleanse in the river for somebody else, For anyone but myself You gotta get up In the latest midnight hour When the world has gone to sleep When doubts begin to rise And the world is at your feet I'm not a selfless man
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Would you just accept if we murdered your children? 50 young niggas sellin' crack for a livin' Single income and he tired of the feelin' "Momma, I'm a man," gotta show her that he meant it It's a cold ass world, gotta show 'em that he get it Watch a good
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