| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| So much hair I can’t even wear a hat, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| Am I supposed to still think the world flat, Anna
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| (Lead:)
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| I’m only starin’cause your ass is so fat, Anna
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| I noticed as soon as you walked up in the place, Anna (damn!)
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| You can’t blame a man for havin’good taste, can ya?
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| That’s not fair, Anna, it’s not right, Anna
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| Please turn around or I’ll be starin’all night, Anna
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| So many men, Anna, they wanna play, Anna
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| They all wanna get their name up in your day planner
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| I swear, even if it’s only for a day, Anna
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| For a majority, you’d be the only way, Anna
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| It’s on you, Anna, what you gonna do, Anna?
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| I’m hopin’that’s the type of man you see through, Anna
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| Whether you’re lookin’for mnage or a matrimony
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| A man say he wanna be your lovin’friend, homey
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| Just keep your eyes open so that you can spot a phony
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| A lot of snakes wanna get up in your tenderoni
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| Unless you’re just horny and wanna ride a pony
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| You’d rather be left alone than left lonely
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| It’s like this, Anna, we both know, Anna
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| It’s kinda nice when a man spend dough, Anna
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| Although, Anna, you can’t salary cap your mojo, Anna
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| You’re not a ho, Anna, it’s okay if all systems ain’t go, Anna
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| You gotta tell a brother no means no, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna
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| this is a message to my homegirl, Miss Anna
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| You’re so fly, Anna
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| I can’t let nobody desecrate my Anna
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| I’m not your man, Anna
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| I just really want you to understand, Anna
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| Life is rough, but, uh Somebody cares enough to tell you this stuff, Anna
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| (Repeat CHORUS)
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| Hey yo, you can either dance and check the rhyme later or hear me out now
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| A lot of these ballers at the plate don’t care if they fair or they foul
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| It doesn’t mean that you should stop trustin’all brothers, straight
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| throwin’in the towel
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| The next just might just be just right, like Baby Bear style
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| But choose wise, don’t bother with the knucklehead that can’t teach you shit
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| And never ever think you gotta tolerate a man that’s gonna beat you, kid
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| But please don’t toy with their heads like green light 1, 2, 3,'
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| Cause that’s the kinda blue ball game that even frustrates guys like me But you’re ill, girl, full o’ideas, like the five-figure salary career
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| And a education take you ten years
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| And a man that’a give you both ears
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| When you talkin'‘bout your hopes and your fears
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| And you’re damn near ‘bout to shed tears
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| Cause your baby been coughin’all day
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| And the daddy ain’t there and won’t pay
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| And there’s so much drama round the way
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| Cause the streets are too dangerous to play
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| And the world got you feelin’insecure
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| Cause you think you’re fine, but you’re not sure
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| But your beauty lies not just in your booty
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| But your face, all natural (it's a cutie!)
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| Don’t you ever let the bullshit blind you
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| If you forget, I’ll be quick to remind you
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| It’s like this… it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this, Anna, it’s like that, Anna
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| It’s like this |