| Wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna.
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| LOVE!
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| I wanna
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| Give it to you
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| I am sharper than a razor
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| Eyes made of lasers
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| Bolder than the truth
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| They want me locked up in the system
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| Cause I’m on a mission
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| Blame it on my youth
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| Too long I’ve been out here on my own
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| Now I’m 'bout to bring it home
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| Like a rolling stone
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| I ain’t never been afraid to die
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| Look a man in the eye
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| I come to give you what you love
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| It’s time to give you what you love
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| I’ma give you what you love
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| Giving you what you love
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| I am sharper than a switchblade
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| First and last of what God made and that’s the truth
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| But man, keep on trying to hold me back
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| While another chicken head come home to roost
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| Too strong, try to do me wrong
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| And the last one standing will order and command you to dance
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| Oh, dance
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| Run tell your preacher and your teacher
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| I come to give you what you love
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| It’s time to give you what you love
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| I’ma give you what you love
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| Giving you what you love
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| I said-a take your time, take what you love
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| Baby, just enough, but never too much
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| Baby, take your time, take what you love
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| And when that baby cry, you better look at that baby
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| Take your time, take what you love
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| Baby just enough, but never too much
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| Baby, take your time
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| Baby, I want to give you some love
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| Won’t you give me what you love?
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| Two dimes walked up in the building
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| Tall like a ceiling, wearing fancy things
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| Sharper than a knife, curvy like a spoon
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| When they walked in the room we didn’t know what to do
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| One looked at me and I looked back
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| She said, «Can you tell me where the party’s at?»
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| She followed me back to the lobby
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| Yeah, she was looking at me for some undercover love |