| I’m just a man
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| Doing man shit
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| On the real I will never understand chicks
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| I don’t know about yours, but my wifey great
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| She keeps the house smelling good
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| When she’s baking cakes
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| Can it all be so simple
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| As ribeye steaks
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| Broccoli and cheese on my plate
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| Yeah
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| Back in the days we moved the O’s together
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| Walked through the rain, sleet, hail, and the snow together (forever)
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| But couple shows records spin
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| Couple rings couple kids
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| Couple fish couples shit
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| Both our buzz got bigger
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| The loud got stronger
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| And the love got realer (count racks)
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| And she’s right 99 percent of the time
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| And her mouth is like a sword she emcee inclined
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| Hold me down like an offensive line
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| Never getting sacked touch downs
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| Every Time
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| Hey boo, I was watching you
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| What I loved most is she had so much soul
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| Throughout my life she would be there for me
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| If I can’t give her the world I die trying
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| Your the queen, you deserve the cream, everything that gleam
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| Walked through the rain, sleet, hail and the snow together
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| Cause all we got is each other
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| And fuck hoes cause in the end I need a wife to love
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| I know she loves me like a mother fucker
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| But sometimes in her mind
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| I’m a mother fucker
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| And I be getting on her nerves
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| But she still comes home
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| With a proper sack of herb (proper sack of herb)
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| I know I got to get my shit together
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| To old to be trying to get with whoever (whenever)
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| She keeps me focused on my dreams
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| And stay pushing me to work hard and get the cream
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| Cause she’s not buying no miracles
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| She’s a realist no reverend
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| Pop off water for healing
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| And even if I’m drug dealing
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| She wants me home for dinner
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| On time
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| Or she got feelings
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| She showed me how to be a man
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| And loves me if I’m on the 9 to 5
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| Or moving grams (count racks)
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| I’m her nigga
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| She my queen
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| Best player on the field
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| And I got her on my team |