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Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah need ah personal, so ah looking for ah gyul Hundred woman on muh phone All ah dem is just unknown No one to call meh own I want more than just a fling Then updating everything Someone to wear meh ring I done live it so I see This life no longer for me I done live it so I see This life no longer for me I need someone special Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah need ah personal, so ah looking for ah gyul Need ah woman by my side Not just one to take a ride Someone to touch inside All I want from she Is to love me tenderly and live only for me All the gyal I had before I doh want them gyul no more All the gyal I had before I doh want them gyul no more That was just physical Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah need ah personal, so ah looking for ah gyul All the woman who pass tru, let me say thank you For everything you do All the party all the wine, all the fete all the wine We really had a time Now is time for me to do What a man is suppose to Now is time for me to do What a man is suppose to Is only natural Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah fedup making man cry, and take away they gyul Now ah need ah personal, and ah looking for ah gyul Ah need ah personal, so ah looking for ah gyul Ending