| You’re the only girl that I’ve been dreamin' of…
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| Always on the low, never beefin' love…
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| And when my lady’s in flip mode…
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| You do me right after every wild out episode…
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| Back rubs and hot tubs…
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| When you give it to me girl I can’t get enough…
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| Butta love so sweet…
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| Sweet enough to eat…
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| That type of shit that puts that ass to sleep…
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| Talkin' 'bout that Happiness…
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| Whole lot of lovin' without the stress…
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| You’re not my only but my favorite…
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| I tried to let go but I can’t forget…
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| Shorty you’re that blazefulness…
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| Soft and swingin' from right to left…
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| Get it anyway you like it from front to back…
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| However you want it I can handle that…
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| Now I’d be the first to admit it…
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| Had me straight flippin' out when a nigga hit it…
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| See love was so right…
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| Ass was so tight…
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| Just the way I like it (right, right, right)…
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| A ghetto queen on my team…
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| If love was a game, you’d be first down, second string…
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| Shorty you play your position well…
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| I guess by now you can tell…
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| Girl you bring me Happiness…
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| Whole lot of lovin' without the stress…
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| You’re not my only but my favorite…
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| I tried to let go but I can’t forget…
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| Shorty you’re that blazefulness…
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| Soft and swingin' from right to left
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| Get it anyway you like it from from to back…
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| However you want it I can handle that…
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| What, what, what, what…
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| Girl you’re sick with it…
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| The way a nigga feelin' when you blessin’it…
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| You got me buggin' out see I’m 'bout to flip…
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| Before I lose control I gotta get a grip…
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| Then I take a sip…
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| Of the Hennessey…
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| That comes from baby mama always stress me…
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| But I know that’s not you’re style not your pedigree…
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| 'Cause all you really want is to be with me…
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| Talkin' 'bout Happiness…
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| Whole lot of lovin' without the stress…
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| You’re not my only but my favorite…
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| I tried to let go but I can’t forget…
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| Shorty you’re that blazefulness…
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| Soft and swingin' from right to left
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| Get it anyway you like it from from to back…
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| However you want it I can handle that…
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| Girl you’re sick with it…
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| The way a nigga feelin' when you blessin’it…
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| You got me buggin' out see I’m 'bout to flip…
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| Before I lose control I gotta get a grip…
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| Then I take a sip…
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| Of the Hennessey…
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| That comes from baby mama always stress me…
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| But I know that’s not you’re style not your pedigree…
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| 'Cause all you really want is to be with me… |