| Hold on, baby you know the deal
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| You know, that I’ma keep it real
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| Till then, baby I’m on the grind
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| One day, baby you will be mine
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| My girl keep telling me that I’m a dog
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| I can’t keep messing with these broads
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| It don’t make no sense at all
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| Why does she still answer my calls
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| She knows that, I’ma keep it G
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| Hold on, baby you know the deal
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| I’m just doing me
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| You know, that I’ma keep it real
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| One day it will be we
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| Till then, baby I’m on the grind
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| Just have some trust in me
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| One day, baby you will be mine
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| Just have some trust in me
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| Maybe it’s the way I move
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| Maybe it’s the things I do
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| How I’m a gentleman
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| And I’m a gangsta too
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| Ain’t running no game on you
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| Ain’t like these lame ass dudes
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| Big boy, fat boy, Mac, teach you a thing or two
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| Cause you know that I beat it up
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| You know that I beat it up
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| You also know I’m thinking of to go downtown and eat it up
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| You sweeter than a Reese’s cup
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| Slow it down then speed it up
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| Slow back down then speed it up
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| You know I love that freaky stuff
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| Cool
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| I ain’t tripping baby nothing has changed
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| I’m so cool I’m staying dry when I’m stuck in the rain
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| I swear to god I keep it so real that it’s fucking insane
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| On top of that I’m so high I think I’m up on a plane
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| It’s the sweetest smell of a lady
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| Something bout it drive me crazy
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| And she got that Aquafina I love when it’s freshly shaven
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| And when she gets to moaning man I go so hard
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| I wake her up, every morning with that «oh my god»
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| And then it’s back to the grind again
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| It’s time again, this time I’ma win
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| Only real dudes gon come ride with him
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| So gon bag a bad bitch tell her find a friend
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| We can do that there, do this too
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| Man it’s kinda strange what the music do
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| Man it’s kinda lame what these dudes’ll do
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| Try to give you dap, I ain’t cool with you
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| Still keep it smooth when I move through the city
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| Bout to meet Rell, got a bad bitch wit' me
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| I don’t even care what the critics say really
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| Better be money if they talking bout Jelly
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| Don’t wear Gucci that ain’t my style
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| I don’t give a fuck if they hate me now
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| Came from the bottom, rose to the top
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| Yes I’m a dog I say it proud |