| Now would you want me if I was your fan?
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| Would you wanna be wit me if I was your man?
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| Would you wanna be wit me if I was Bobby B.
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| Would you put your daisy dukes on my Ducati seat?
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| If my
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| If my stats wasn’t climbin'
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| Say my raps wasn’t rhymin'
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| And I’m not wearin' diamonds when we first meet
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| Do what ever take place
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| Do we first meet where we first met?
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| I don’t see you in your Louie purse yet
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| What kind of woman give her number to a man wit a due rag on?
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| I’m trynna see what’s underneath of what you got on
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| You still wit it?
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| Before you go can I talk to you?
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| Maybe light a back wood, walk wit you?
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| I mean talk about a misconception girl
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| Gold digging' off in this direction
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| Is you out of your mind?
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| She only out to burden me up
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| I’m in a rubile Porsche wit the burgundy guts
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| And yet her mink matchin'
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| Think pass it if you want to proceed
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| Let me know just what you want from me
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| Get it out of me
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| Will I buy you a Lexus?
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| Will you earn it will you drive it through Texas?
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| I suppose I could buy that ring
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| I mean you did agree to fly that thing
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| Before you leave I gotta talk to you
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| Run it all down, wanna walk you through
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| You know it’d mean a lot to me
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| I knew you’d understand
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| Game is no surprise when you said you knew the plan
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| Before I go I wanna clear this up
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| I never really meant to try to give this up
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| And if you truly wanna take a chance on me
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| Empty the purse and pull the money out your pants for me
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| But before you do I wanna let you know
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| You ever go against the grain I’m gonna let you go
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| What the deal you down to ride wit me?
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| Or will I see you in my rearview, waive goodbye to me? |