| What up brown skin, you’re body smellin like cinnamon
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| Hair in a bun, your toes done so feminine
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| Heard you suck your teeth like oh no here we go again
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| Let me get your name so I can be more genuine
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| No need to front, the kid knows you got many friends
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| Many mens who waiting to stake a claim on it
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| Put they name down just to spit some game on it
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| But fuck friends I’m trying to set the mood
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| You know, go at you hard like most records that’s sold
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| Spit propaganda at you to you break down and fold
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| You look confused miss thing like I’m speaking in code
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| 76−64 press pound hello
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| Are you listening now, did I get your attention
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| Undivided because you used to be undecided
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| Now you looking fluxed like those chicks with they nose stuck up
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| Just put your number down girl what the fuck
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| Hey yo that’s alright girl, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| Yo that’s alright girl, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| Don’t worry bout it girl, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| Ok alright, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| (Verse 2 — Phonte)
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| I usually play the background, you know clean cut
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| Soft spoken well dressed dipped out straight chillin
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| When I’m in the club yo, sipping the sprite with the
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| Ill lemon mixed in it sipping on it I was just chillin
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| Til I saw you that’s when my heart stopped knees gave
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| Head sweating jaws locked I was sweating you
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| Like god damn girl you got a nigga going buck wild, Mesmerized star struck I
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| was thinking maybe
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| We can go out like to the movies or the applebees
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| Blockbuster state fair but you looked at me and
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| Said fuck that you just a herb with no money and
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| No jeep and no condo and I thought that Little Brother
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| Had a record deal, ok I see where you going now
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| Want a sweat a nigga when you think he got a cash advance
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| And some personal time but fuck that
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| I got your head still bobbing and my verse didn’t rhyme
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| So it’s what ever girl
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| Hey yo that’s alright girl, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| Yo that’s alright girl, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| Don’t worry bout it girl, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| Ok alright, what ever you say
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| What ever you say, what ever you say
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| (Verse 3 — Big Pooh & Phonte)
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| (Big Pooh)
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| Check it so what I’m chubby, ya’ll chicks still love me
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| Like to rub on my tummy while I tell you something funny
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| Whispering in your ear till them panties go falling
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| What’s my name (Big Pooh) yea that’s what they be calling
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| (Phonte)
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| Oh yea I know I’m husky but chicks still love me
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| 3 o’clock still have they ass running to Waffle House fa me
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| Be feeling on that ass till me name they be calling
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| And shit got them so wet they make a Freudian slip and
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| Fall down into my verbal abyss that’s straight Reservoir
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| Dog style perfecto served with a kiss
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| Muah baby, it’s just like this no need to fight it
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| Invite it try me out you just might like it
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| American pie shit try anything out once
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| Forever stained in memory like white shirts and punch
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| I get the hunch that a niggas on your menu
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| Do mew a favor girl come check me at the next venue
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| (Outro)
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| (Phonte)
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| Hey yo Big Pooh check this out
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| You go to your girls' house and I’m a go to mine
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| Cause I know my girl is definitely mad
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| Cause it took us too long to do this album
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| (Big Pooh)
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| Yo I hear what you saying
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| Lets just pump the music up and count our money
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| (Phonte)
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| Hey you well check this out
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| Yo 9th turn the bass down and
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| Just let the beat keep on rockin
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| (Big Pooh)
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| And we out of hear
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| (Phonte)
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| Yo what happened to peace
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| (Big Pooh & Phonte)
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| Peace |