| I’m gonna blow your mind, hold you close
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| Squeeze you tight, the next time that I see you
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| I’m gonna tell you I love you, cross my heart
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| And I hope I die
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| The next time that I see you
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| I grew up, talking Chi-town slang
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| Never played soccer but loved to kick game
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| Loved chicks with thick frames
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| And big-lipped dames
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| Might see 'em on my arm
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| Cause I charm like thick chains
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| I was at the Knicks game, they were playing the Nets
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| Courtside so I could hear the shit they say to the refs
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| Thugs, this type of stuff you can’t express in a text
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| See the section of girls who be dressing for checks
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| That’s when she stepped in front of me
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| Light-skinned, long hair like a school days wannabe
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| A big 'ol (whoo) let’s just say she was blessed
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| She had got it from her mama, God gave her the rest
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| We was being introduced by mutual friends
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| Like Kobe in the 4th, that’s when the game begins
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| Game begins, games begins
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| I’m from the windy city, so I play to win c’mon
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| We conversated tough about life and stuff
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| Told her, tonight was just right for us
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| She was, flavor most and I can spice it up
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| Be my black Victoria Beckham once I wife it up
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| Asked when the next time we could speak
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| I might Khloe you, marry you in 3 weeks
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| Seen cheeks, she was like 'she don’t remember my name'
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| That’s when I realized ain’t no gender in game
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| I thought, like «Man! |
| You don’t know me?»
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| I’m the black guy in the flick with Angelina Jolie
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| Boldly, she told me 'Oh you got moves'
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| Her friends said 'No, really though, he’s a good dude'
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| After couple months of dating and pairs of good shoes
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| Being snapped by the papps, we shared the good news
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| We were engaged, though many was confused
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| I’m from the windy city, so I will not lose… come on
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| She had a dope figure, y’all can go figure
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| Should of listened to 'Ye, cause she was a gold digger
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| I ain’t a dumb nigga, she was able to pull it
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| Love happy, blindsided like Sandra Bullock
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| Or could it be, things go the way that they should
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| From the, unexpected, love could be understood
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| And in the real game, only love can win
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| I got to win, cause I fell in love with her friend |