| I want you
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| I got to have you
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| But what will this lead to?
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| Will it just be me and you?
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| Tell me… you know I want you
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| Tell me how you feel…
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| Verse One: MJG
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| I’ll be obliged
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| if you step outside
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| because my ride is awaitin
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| our date an of steak an a night cap
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| we matin
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| awakin
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| by smells of perfume that I inhale
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| and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
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| satin sheets
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| heat from your feet keep me warm
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| The mood is perfected by sounds from the storm
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| You came stronger
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| I lasted longer
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| Than I’ve ever lasted
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| your mouth was fantastic
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| the fuck test
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| you passed it the way you made a nigga laugh
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| I had to getcha
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| and when I saw that ass pass
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| I had to hit cha
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| ya makin me fight against my will
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| What must I do?
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| Ya if my life in danger too
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| Ya if that shit belongs to you
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| Ya if the way you act is true
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| Who knows
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| fine clothes
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| Lexus doors you’ll be closin
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| when you become one of the chosen
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| hoes in different places
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| different faces
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| different cases
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| got me tied like shoe laces
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| no mistake this MJG
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| you ain’t gotta be constantly tryin to shoot that P claimin that you ain’t heard of me keepin it real
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| let me know how you feel when we communicate
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| We’ll be straight
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| if you express your mind
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| instead of referring away
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| some who can’t do it lose women
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| but nigga like me used to it Space Age Pimpin'
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| New day, new age
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| Every once in awhile this is how we slang our game
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| New day, new age
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| Nothin is too strong
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| New day, new age
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| when settin it out is all we straight to do New day, new age
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| Just me and you, just me and you
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| Verse Two: Eightball
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| You and I, me and you
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| situation gettin sticky
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| your mouth is sayin no but your body’s sayin stick me lick me don’t be afraid of what your friends say
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| rappers get dat ass
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| then be outta here like yesterday
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| but not tonight
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| you look so tight
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| it feels so right
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| this indo got me pervin
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| let’s go hop in my Suburban
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| and ride til we get to where you want to be no matter how far
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| just call me Oball baby
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| to me your the superstar
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| ask me time and time again why did I choose you
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| Do I wanna be your man or just misuse you
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| I hear your partners dissin'
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| when they think I ain’t listenin'
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| them hoes just be wishin
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| they could be in yo position
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| wit me in luxury
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| I got to be everyday
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| chief in hey would somethin stout wearin lingerie
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| Let’s hit the hotel
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| get a suite
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| an order somethin to eat
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| tell me things about you
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| I’ll tell you things about me then out the blue I’ll be carressin you
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| undressin you
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| You start doin all shit you said you’d never do lustin bustin all out of my boxer drawers
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| fingers dripping slippin in an out in an out
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| constantly tellin me the things you don’t do Yet you do it like a pro and think I don’t know
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| but I do that’s why I’m here wit you and you know this
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| slip on the latex
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| and dive in SWISH!
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| Outro:
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| Hey…
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| please come back to me baby don’t ya leave…
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| you know I want cha, you know I gotta have you…
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| I want cha please come back to me…
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| Don’t cha leave, don’t cha leave, don’t cha leave
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| I want you, I want you |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Space Age Pimpin', artist - 8 Ball. Album song We Are The South (Greatest Hits), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп