| Face down, ass up
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| That’s the way we like to (Oh!)
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| Do you in my Benz truck
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| Then he call your friends up
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| Yea I put it on her
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| She won’t even bring her mans up
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| Damn bruh,
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| Heard that you need to get them ends up
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| On her like a poster pimpin
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| Yeah I got her pinned up
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| Hemmed up,
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| Top to the bottom, get your hands up
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| Police at my door, knockin
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| Beggin me for more, drop it
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| Excuse me Mr. Officer,
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| But what more can your offer her?
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| Nigga I ain’t trippin
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| She can go where ever she like
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| You’ll never catch me slippin
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| Nigga, My love game is so tight
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| And I’ll give her what ever she needs
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| And you can’t match a love like mine
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| It’s like tryin to rob me with a BB gun
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| But my love gets it poppin like the Taliban
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| And you know that I got that Fi-yaa
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| That blazin, amazin
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| Hood shit
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| Banging out them head boards, hood shit
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| And you know this
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| So baa-by girl
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| She ain’t goin nowhere, partna
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| She stayin right here
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| Baa-by girl
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| I don’t know why you lookin
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| Can’t you see ain’t nothin cookin
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| Baa-by girl (woo hoo)
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| Got her wrapped around my finger
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| Sowed up like a singer
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| Baa-by girl
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| I make every nigga irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent
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| Sex Intelligent
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| Know how to work it right
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| I’m Sex Intelligent
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| I know how to work it right
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| I make every nigga irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent
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| I’m Sex Intelligent
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| I know how to work it right
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| I make every nigga irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent
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| What could you be thinkin?
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| Don’t you know that she’s mine
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| better re-think it
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| I know, I know, I know shawty fine
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| but she took like a motherfuckin crook, yeah
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| Like a ticket I got her booked, yeah
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| Kinda like a fiend I got shawty hooked, yeah
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| Earthquake,
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| Shawty shook, yeah
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| She might even chill at the bar wit you for a minute
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| While she’s there wit you,
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| She’s thinkin how I hit it
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| Shawty can’t forget it
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| I bust it down, break it down, blunt raw split it
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| So baa-by girl
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| She ain’t goin nowhere, partna
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| She stayin right here
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| Baa-by girl
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| I don’t know why you lookin
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| Can’t you see ain’t nothin cookin
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| Baa-by girl
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| Got her wrapped around my finger
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| Sowed up like a singer
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| Baa-by girl
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| I make every nigga irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent
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| Sex Intelligent
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| Know how to work it right
|
| I’m Sex Intelligent
|
| I know how to work it right
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| I make every nigga irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent
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| I’m Sex Intelligent
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| I know how to work it right
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| I make every nigga irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent
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| Get up in my world
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| Let me put it on you girl
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| Love you baby
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| Until I drive you crazy
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| Know this song is over
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| but I can’t get up off ya
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| come on baby, closer
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| get up on this coaster
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| and ride it out, ride it out
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| until my theme park closes
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| grind it out, grind it out
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| until the park reopens
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| your the breakfast in my bed
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| Just give me a little bit
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| what ever you had to do is irrelevant
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| I’m sex intelligent (yeah, yeah)
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| I’m sex intelligent (yeah) |