| Yeah, F A B O L O U S
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| C’mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, c’mon
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| (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby?)
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| You gotta love the way this playa be minglin'
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| If you don’t tell yo man mama, I ain’t sayin' a thing and
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| That nigga got you used to the H N O. Kingsten
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| I’m fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin'
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| By the way I be blingin', the pay that I bring in
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| Mind spendin' a day with the kingpin?
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| Answer your cell, all day it been ringin'
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| Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England
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| Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin'
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| The way the be jinglin', letz stay till the spring and
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| Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin'
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| And don’t be scared cabby, the yay I be slingin'
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| Ma, I’m where you wanna be, if not
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| We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
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| Yea, you A G, the type that ryde with them cameraz
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| Instead of the rearviews on the v, I know
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| I wonder if I take you home
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| Would you still be my thug baby?
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| Because I need one tonight
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| I wonder if I take you home
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| Would you still be my thug baby?
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| Because I need one tonight
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| Allright, okay
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| You just gotta stay patient boo
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| I’m a make sho to take you
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| Where ever you dream a vacation to
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| You can push the gray station through
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| I’m a sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2
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| How the hell you have been tweekin' out?
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| How you been sneekin out? |
| Spent weekends out
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| She’ll be tired of trainin' that month
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| You probably be fakin' like you came and you ain’t even nut
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| Miss I’ll pipe you till you get a pain in yo gut
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| The kid’ll be responsible for changin' yo struck
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| Wherever you hurI I’m a rub it down
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| I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
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| I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
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| If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin'
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| I know how to keep you smilin' if I take you home, let’s go
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| I wonder if I take you home
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| Would you still be my thug baby?
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| Because I need one tonight
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| I wonder if I take you home
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| Would you still be my thug baby?
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| Because I need one tonight
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| I think it’s just that ladies smilley
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| I’m in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy caddy
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| I like 'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
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| They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy
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| I’m the one that make it real easy
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| For you to just drop’em like he hot, like he lil' weezy
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| I ain’t gon never make you feel sleezy
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| And I’m a put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
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| I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
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| Throw yo legz up while I work the middle
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| Already told me how you strictly be with 'em
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| Now I’ma show you so much cash, that you’ll quickly forget 'em
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| I’m young, but know I’ll have you in a bungalow
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| Fillin' your stomach with Cris, your lungz with Dro
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| I’ll have you sprung fa sho
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| It ain’t gon' be no limit where your tongue will go, ya heard me?
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| I wonder if I take you home
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| Would you still be my thug baby?
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| Because I need one tonight
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| I wonder if I take you home
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| Would you still be my thug baby?
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| Because I need one tonight
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| If I take you home |