| Girl I can’t let you escape Might have to repossess you baby
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| It’s the way that you walk, Smooth
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| The way that you move, Ooh
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| Since that night you was all mine you realize you choose the wrong lover
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| Verse 2
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| And by the way that you play your game I would have thought that your field
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| done changed But baby now all you can say for yourself is I love ya,
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| yea And it’s written all on your face (All over your face) That you wanna meet
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| me at your place But I don’t wanna approach or disrespect so I text ya baby
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| what’s up for tonight (What's up baby get wit me)
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| So let’s do it again meet me at the spot so we can dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot,
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| Say alright, Alright
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| She hit me back like three o’clock
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| Chorus
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| It’s the way that you walk, Smooth (I need you baby)
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| It’s the way that you move, Ooh (You out wit that sucka)
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| (It's not a good look, not a good look)
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| Girl I can’t let you escape
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| Might have to repossess you baby
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| It’s the way that you walk, So smooth The way that you move, Ooh
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| Since that night you was all mine you realized you choose the wrong lover (Not
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| frontin' baby I got more paper than him too, Not being arrogant. |
| Or am I?)
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| Rap
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| I shines on a rainy night
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| My new Merceded bright
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| I let her hit the smoke me knowing it’s unlady like
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| We countin' thousand stacks
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| I’m on my eighty ninth
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| She on her twenty first
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| Fill up your pretty purse
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| But then the tables turn
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| She actin' like she aint concerned
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| Runnin' wit a wide receiver cause his paper firm
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| Another angle came, player got his ankle sprain
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| Out for the season now she see that things are not the same
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| She made the wrong choice or picked the wrong man but baby I forgive you now
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| get wit the program
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| It’s Ricky Ross, J. holiday
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| Yous a star and I got the perfect part to play
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| Chorus Repeat
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| (You look like a million bucks baby)
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| (I hope you taste better than you look)
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| (Sexy a#)
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| (You know it’s bout time you get wit a boss baby Rick Ross, J. Holiday)
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| (It's two of the finest, two of the biggest in the business)
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| (Google Me) |