| Number one yeah my baby is gold
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| She’s fleeky from her head down to her toe
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| She don’t like flowers she don’t like em' no
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| So we compromised and I got her a rose
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| Number one yeah my baby is gold
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| She’s fleeky from her head down to her toe
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| She don’t like flowers she don’t like em' no
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| So we compromised and I got her some roses
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| You’re all that I want girl and you know it
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| But the stress of back and forth an all the phonin'
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| With that slick tongue it’s just like the sword of a ronin
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| But it’s all gone when I’m inside and I’m zonin'
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| Infact let me get back to all the roses
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| I need golden ones if I’m to be exact (to be exact)
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| Level headed yeah, you got your mind intact
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| Explosive, TNA, cause you’ve got that impact
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| From back to front and front to back you’ve gotta rack
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| I don’t know how you hold em' up but I love that
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| I can’t slip up with you, nah I cannot lack
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| And I don’t wanna cause it ain’t worth alla that
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| (Nah, Nah, Nah)
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| Nah, Nah, Nah
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| You ain’t worth me losing
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| Your picky but I ain’t with all the chosin' |
| They slept upon you, yeah they was all snoozin'
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| And so I showed you how to steer and now ya zoomin'
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| Nay One
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| Cali in my spliff, you can’t smoke with us it might leave you twiss'
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| Henny in my cup, drinking till I’m numb, fuck my liver up
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| Realist in the city man you know thats us
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| Lemme suck your titties girl you know what’s up?
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| If I come home with some Roses would you let me fuck?
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| She wants to go on all these dates she wanna test her luck
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| Test her luck, gotta run them checks up
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| She like a fresh gold rose keep ya head up
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| Ain’t nothin' personal I just can’t be cuffed up
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| Rose petals on the bed whilst I undress ya'
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| Said she’s never met a nigga that can sex her
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| The way I do, my form is so impeccable
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| When I’m next to you nothing matters it’s incredible
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| She’s a chocolate rose, shes’s so sweet, she’s so edible
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| (vroom)
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| Number one yeah my baby is gold
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| She’s fleeky from her head down to her toe
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| She don’t like flowers she don’t like em' no
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| So we compromised and I got her a rose
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| Number one yeah my baby is gold |
| She’s fleeky from her head down to her toe
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| She don’t like flowers she don’t like em' no
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| So we compromised and I got her some roses |