| All it takes is a smile
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| Mixed with all your tenderness, baby
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| Your understanding love
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| It’s hard to reach this, baby
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| It’s cold out, so I think of warm memories
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| Back when Black was free and still selling trees
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| Niggas hate like you would swear we was enemies
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| I got soul like I belong in the seventies
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| New wave I put on for the seven seas
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| If you twenty-two, and she still a teen
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| But she’s bad as fuck, I’m talking Billie Jean
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| Then the kid ain’t mine
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| I put that shit on everything
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| Like Frank’s red hot
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| I put that shit on everything
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| Radio got the jam for leather seats
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| Looking like they peanut butter
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| Shout out to my baby brother
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| Johnnie, he a crazy mother.
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| That’s ironic tho, I’m iconic hoe
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| These niggas scared of me
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| I should be Eric B
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| I’m talking paid a fool
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| Cause I paid the fee
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| Don’t play with me
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| Custom tailored sheets
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| I’m talking goosie in the caddie
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| Lucy calls me daddy
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| And I swear she gotta fatty
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| And I used to eat the patties
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| Now I’m in the E-Matic
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| Thinking bout the G-Wagon
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| I do whatever just to have it
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| Where I do it like it’s magic
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| Cause I’m the best one
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| So I’ma need the best one
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| Got a wavey chick
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| Just to babysit
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| My new baby pit
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| I’m on some wavey shit
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| I ain’t O. T
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| I’m just on some lazy shit
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| So what you trynna do?
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| She said: «It's up to you»
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| Cause boy I fuck with you
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| Swear your swag a 100-proof
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| Summertime, blowing smoke out the sunroof
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| Don’t play me girl, don’t play me girl
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| Real nigga, I can change your world
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| Cause I’m the best one
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| That’s why I want the best ones
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| Only the best ones, the best ones
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| I need the best ones
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| Yea I need the best ones
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| If she’s picky, then she’ll pick me
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| And if she’s choosy, then she’ll choose me
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| Just don’t let her tell you that she knew me
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| Gave me top in the Jacuzzi
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| We were supposed to watch a movie, huh?
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| And I’m supposed to have this groupies, huh?
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| I can’t leave without my jewelry, it don’t suit me, huh
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| Sussie see me in this Gucci looking boogie, huh
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| And I’m just killing her softly like The Fugees
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| I gotta, I gotta tell these hoes to fix up
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| I don’t know a loyal hoe, that’s why I just get my dick sucked
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| I tell 'em like it is, make 'em sure that I’m the clearest
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| So if you to choose to stay here baby, I don’t wanna hear it
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| If she’s choosy, she gon' choose me
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| And if she’s picky, she gon' pick me
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| She’s on some other shit, her mother’s rich
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| Been on some hoe since her daddy left
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| That’s why she fucked the whole squad
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| My nigga almost cuffed her, that’s a close call
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| Gotta keep your pistol close for the toaster
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| What’s the least you expect the most of?
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| I need the best ones, only the best ones
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| Talking the best ones
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| I want the best ones, cause I’m the best one
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| Best ever… |