| Oooh-oooh-oooh
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| She come around, every time she get a chance
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| And it’s sad, what she’ll do for a bag, and a couple grams
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| We in the back room, forget about a dance
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| Yeah forget about your man, what’s your plan, baby girl come on
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| Hey love, would you mind if I changed your plans?
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| If you don’t know, know what to do, guess who can
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| Tell me what it ain’t, what it is
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| Got a 'wood full of good of the californication
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| Know a nigga see you from the stage
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| When you clap for me babe, had to give you ovation
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| Oh no, no regrets, just got me a check, might spend it on you
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| Oh, it don’t matter to me, I’ma get it back by the mornin'
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| Let you ride it out on the backstreets
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| Took me all night tryin' to plant seeds
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| Plus you wanna slide on them satin sheets
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| We ain’t get a chance to make it there
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| Backseat drivin', we can pull over
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| We get lit together, hardly ever sober
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| We just get high, then I go lower
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| Say you want what I want babe
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| Hey love, would you mind if I changed your plans?
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| If you don’t know, know what to do, guess who can
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| What you want? |
| This ain’t Dom Perignon
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| This that 42, I bet the night won’t last long
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| Your man, he don’t know what to do
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| I’ll have yo, bitin' on your lips till your shit turn blue (shit turn blue)
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| We blacked out in Vegas (Vegas), woke up in Paris
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| She cool, but not the type to bring to your parents
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| We do shit, that your other man can’t (he can)
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| Oh that ass so fat, it don’t fit in your pants (I see you)
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| It’s true, yeah I got a thing for girls like you
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| But when you leave, please believe, my other bitch slide through
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| I like em' young, rich, nasty, we freakin' in the backseat
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| Your best friends harass me girl and when your man sleep
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| I call like
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| Hey love, would you mind if I changed your plans?
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| If you don’t know, know what to do, guess who can
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| Hey love, would you mind if I changed your plans?
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| If you don’t know, know what to do, guess who can |