| Well I’m an old-fashioned nigga
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| With old-fashioned ways
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| Rollin' the candy cutty, still listen to The Bar-Kays
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| I still smoke a Zig Zag, fuck a blunt
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| Cuz you can’t even taste the weed, I ain’t gotta front
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| But enough about me, let’s talk about you
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| So sophisticated, ask the question «what you into?»
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| She said she like poppin' tags
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| Someone to make her laugh, and goin' home with a buncha bags
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| Late-night candlelight dinners
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| And I love it when she says she’s allergic to them broke niggas
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| Don’t fuck with squares, only thugs
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| Baby me and you fit more than the O.J. |
| glove
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| Figured I’d lock you down like Fort Knox
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| That’s when she put my hand on her fart box
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| We a match made in heaven, pack your bags and let’s go
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| You ain’t never been on a ride like this before
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| Here we go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| I guess you never know
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| Here we go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| I guess you never know
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| All natural, face of an angel
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| Got more ass than Amber Rose and J. Lo
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| Hella feminine, smellin' like cinnamon
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| I just wanna get to know you better so we can try to spend
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| A little time over a glass of wine
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| Kick back, recline, it’s on, we blow about a half a zone
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| Body hella tight, outta mind, outta sight
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| But what’s a bad chick if the toes ain’t right?
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| And if she ain’t got game, she just a pretty bitch with no brains
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| Now me and you been kickin' it about six months
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| And girl I admit, you ain’t pulled no stunts
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| You never know when you meet the right honey
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| Cuz most of these pretty bitches only in it for the money
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| But you never know
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| Here we go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| I guess you never know
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| Here we go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go
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| I guess you never know
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| I can make you feel alright
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| Baby all through the night
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| And when it’s cold, you love it when I hold you tight
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| I ain’t never met a girl like you
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| You ain’t never met a nigga like me
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| We got that chemistry
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| Let’s do what comes naturally
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| Yeah little mama
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| You ridin' with a real one
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| And I’m surprised at myself
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| You know I go hard on a bitch
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| But you’re not a bitch, you’re a classy woman
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| I guess you never know
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| I guess you never know |