| This for you girl, you know I love you
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| Baby
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| I’m so into you
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| I wanna do so many things to you
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| I can’t talk without mentionin you
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| And let me tell you what I think of you
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| Yeah, my name is, none of your business, let me tell you why I love her
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| She hot when she in front but she stand behind a brother
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| She wiggle, her booty jiggle, my finger spreads her middle a little
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| Let me see what I might wanna get into
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| I always empower her, tell her that I’m proud of her
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| Show her I don’t wanna make no housewife outta her
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| Sprinkle her with compliments, but I never shower her
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| That’s the last thing I would do, cause I value love
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| She give me ounces of love, let me bounce the bum
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| And when she call my name, I come/cum
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| If I front she raise up, we fuss fight and break up
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| Then wake up in the Bahamas after we done made up
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| She know my psychological make-up
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| I’m therapeutic with the broad, we keep it raw when we make love
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| And can’t nothin change the trust we have
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| Wherever we are, we think about the moments and laugh, because
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| When I was on tour, I held the elevator for this broad in the lobby
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| Seen her later on in the bar, she sat beside me
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| Said the guy at the front desk recognized me
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| And told her all about me…
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| She said I heard you’re a rapper, career in the crapper
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| I know you want some ass, you probably won’t give no cash up
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| You should fill my glass up, tell me 'bout your bad luck
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| And if I feel sorry enough, I’ll give you the sad fuck
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| I had to laugh, put my hand on my gut
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| I told her I’d let her have the next grand that I touched
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| Walked back to the elevator with my hand on her butt
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| To the bed with the camera in front (MONEY SHOT) cut!
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| I hopped up and blazed one
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| Yo the room and tax is paid hun, stay as long as you want
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| I’ll be back in a hour, she said that’s what they all say
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| I know ma, I’ve been sayin that all day
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| The valet don’t remember nothin, he didn’t leave the engine runnin
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| I jump in, don’t bless him with nothin
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| Call up this other ma, she remember I’m comin
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| I told her I’ma cook, but I’ma just pick up somethin
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| The fireplace runnin, she layin on her stomach
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| Nasty english all in her muffin, she love it
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| She giggle, her booty jiggle, my finger spreads her middle a little
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| Let me see what I’ma get into again
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| I told her I don’t really like to come through her block
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| Cause the blueberry drop attract too many cops
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| Girls hop in the drop, take off they top, my belt buckle pop
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| They know that I’m hot, can’t tell me I’m not
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| They surrounded the car, six cops
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| I was holdin up traffic for six blocks, they put me in the shitbox
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| Look at you now, I can’t even come through your spot
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| And it’s messin with my mind, cause I loved you a lot |