| Baby listen, bets to believe
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| I can give you what you want and all that you need
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| Mackin’all the ladies, from the fly to the shady
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| Marquis diamonds, 600 Mersadies
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| I’ll fly you across the seas in a private jet
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| Whisper shit in ya ear to get ya panties wet, honey I’ll show you how
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| Good life can get, wining and dinning nonchalaunt in the finests
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| Resturaunts, feed you lobster because I’m a true mobster!
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| Lamer niggaz bore ya, lay ya down in the Walldoff Vistoria
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| Victoria Secrets, lengerie I loves to freak shit
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| Dim the lights, sex all through the night
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| King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin’right
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| Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
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| In the morn', I’m gone
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| chorus (sung by Aaliyah):
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| I wonder if I take you home will you still be in love baby
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| Because I need you tonight
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| Wonder if I take you home would you still be in love baby
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| Because I need you tonight
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| home, home
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| home home home
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| Verse Two: Lil’Kim
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| Do you know who I be? |
| Lil’Kim the loot teddy (that's right)
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| Here trying to put it on you fools trying to run up in
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| (what's the matter Big Momma, don’t you like what you see)
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| Like my girl Mary B. you just ain’t runnin’up in me You got to give me what I need baby, that’s a drop top Z baby
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| Martini and Roxy, icedy Spomaonte`
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| Dom Perejoun so we can get it on, Movatto watch
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| Tennis for the wrists, nigga you ain’t ever since no ice like this
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| So now you know what you’re working with, handle ya business
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| And keep coming with that stuff that I like, light a candle
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| I’m too hot to handle, I see your eyes sizin’up my hips and my thighs
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| Man I’ll do things to you, Vanessa Del Rio would be shamed to do Verse Three: Kleptomaniac
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| Mack ass niggaz, smooth like Tom Cat and? |
| Masusso?
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| Games for pro leading parties with bitches and a sex Coupes
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| Who spittin’game, all without the eye contact
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| We’re all without contracts, laying my game down flat
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| Kleptomaniac, rides in this rhythm that you give him
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| I’m that right, let press ya suns you got to get ya skins tight
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| Catching mobile phones, showing women how to live life
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| If that’s your girl, she wasn’t last night
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| Made her life worth while, Benjamins by the piles
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| Turn her frowns to smiles, lvin’Goodfellaz life style
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| Nails done and hair, living rooms with chandelaers
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| Sex in a strech Lex, no cares for who wanna stare
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| Yeah now that’s a real women for ya, higherd Vecks and lawyers
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| Pearl gems and tag for ya’s, Bachelor Degrees
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| Bringin’home bacon and cheese, freaky Shaundra ain’t afraid to get some
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| Dirt up on her knees |