| When I first met you, you ain’t have love for me
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| Now you got rug burns, and sweatin' out your perm
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| Tellin' your friends how I got it good
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| Spreadin' my name all through your hood
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| And I’m glad you ain’t got a man
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| And I’m glad you ain’t quit the band
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| And I’m glad you ain’t nobodys baby mama
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| Cause a nigga don’t want the drama
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| Sittin' lookin' pretty in my silk pajamas
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| Blowin' me kisses, eatin' left-over Benihana’s
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| And I can’t wait 'til you’re through
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| Cause I got somethin' that I wanna do, ooh
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| Soak me baby, give me that good thing
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| Make it go round and round
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| Make it come all way down
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| Soak me baby, give me that good thing
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| Make it go round and round
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| Yeah yeah
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| You got the kinda look in your eyes
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| That makes me wanna marry you
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| But first let me carry you… to the California king
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| How many carats do you want in your ring?
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| Do you like ice cream… Let me licky-licky
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| It’s gettin' sweet, cum 'til you sleep
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| Later you can beep me or leave a voicemail
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| With your lil' moist tail
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| And you know I’ll be back cause I love the act
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| Of makin' love, fly like a dove
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| Intelligent lady with class
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| You make me wanna tattoo your name on my ass
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| Cause I love the way that you do it all
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| Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
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| And you look so good to me
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| Sometimes I wish that I couldn’t see, ooh wee
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| Soak me baby, give me that good thing
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| Make it go round and round
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| Make it come all way down
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| Soak me baby, give me that good thing
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| Make it go round and round
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| Yeah yeah
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| I wanna get you wet like you wanna get
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| When I dip between your hips with a thousand licks
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| No tricks, no hands, AMG is the man
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| With the plan while I’m hittin' the back and, prepare for the mackin'
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| I’m stackin', but it ain’t your business
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| I’m goin' up in this — from the CPT to Venice
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| The 'G got a thousand sluts, that can get these nuts
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| From they face to butt, say what, say what, ah ah
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| I used to get sex up in my NSX
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| Now it’s a four-door Benz, for you and my friends
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| And you got us playin' musical chairs
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| Baby could you drive while I lick yo' pubical hairs?
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| I like your pretty freckles, pre-cut speckles
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| Droppin' player 'phernalia while you lick the genetalia huh
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| So come out of that sweater and don’t worry 'bout the stains
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| Cause I got a gang of black leather in the back, make it wetter
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| Soak me baby, give me that good thing
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| Make it go round and round
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| Make it come all way down
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| Soak me baby, give me that good thing
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| Make it go round and round
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| Yeah yeah |