| Where the love at…
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| Momma told me ther’d be days like this
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| But I didn’t listen
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| Never question the woman’s intuition
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| My ambition is to give you what you miss
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| Sweet love
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| Take off your shoes come and get your feet rubbed
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| Us in the tub
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| That’ll be the shit
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| Anybody that don’t believe this can eat a dick
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| I think we soul mates
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| Cause we got so much in common
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| You make them hoes wait
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| When you find the proper woman
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| Then next to me
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| Put your head on my chest
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| Attraction stimulates me
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| But it’s not all about the sex
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| I respect you got a mind
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| And you… self sufficient
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| Opinonate… yet know how to listen
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| Now what’s mine is yours
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| If I’m ballin' you ballin'
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| Tell that other nigga
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| He can stop callin'
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| Check this out
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| I want to be your man
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| I want to be your man baby
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| I’m talkin' about
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| Providing you with all the lights, securities
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| I mean, I think the first step is
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| Going to pick out some rings
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| What you like
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| Baggets and pistol skirts
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| Can’t spend a life
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| Without giving you my answer tonight
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| Cause I gotta catch a early flight
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| What you yellin' about
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| The simple fact that I’m bailin' out
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| I’m makin' moves
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| My record sellin' out
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| I need some affection
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| Love can you teach me a lesson
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| I might be sittin' fat down here in Texas
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| But the thugs ain’t mean
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| So how deep is your love for me
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| How real do you cut for me
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| If the laws came and got me
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| How long were you stuck with me
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| If not long then don’t fuck with me
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| I want you down on my team
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| And support
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| When I’m tryin' to make my green
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| It’s for real
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| I throws some karots in your ring
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| I’ll make it last forever
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| Cuase you know
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| I had that cash forever
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| We can ball till pass together baby
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| Where the love at
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| Yeah… that nigga Lil' Troy
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| Short Stop Records
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| Puttin' down like a G yo
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| That’s how we get our groove on
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| Recognize the mobb
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| I bet you cold working star
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| Wehn they see the flowers that I’m sendin' to your job
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| Read the cards
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| Stick it in your purse
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| Let’s keep it rosey
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| Cause everybody so nosey
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| So you can’t believe what people say
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| Misery, loves company tell them keep away
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| It’ll be ok
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| If you trust in me to make it right
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| Before I hit you I’ll ??
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| That’s on my baby’s life
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| Will you be my wife
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| Please take this ring
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| And a service to token
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| To make you realize baby I ain' jokin'
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| I’m coping
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| But my advisaries got me ??
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| I need a god-feared woman
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| Who understands my heart
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| Leave your baggage from past relationships
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| Out of the picture
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| I put my old flames out I done changed
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| All of my digits
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| And that’s real
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| I want to be your man
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| Sober
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| Ain’t really no need to question me
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| For my loyalty or my commitment life
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| You know my presence
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| But you alone
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| To let you know
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| You don’t want to mess with me
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| You need to spend time with me
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| I bring the heat
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| You want to play
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| It ain’t a thing ??
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| You say you changed
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| You look the same to me
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| Eat and ball too much
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| On the real, cause I done stall too much
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| Girl I want you all too much
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| Ain’t no way in the world
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| Me and you an ball too much
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| Imagine having cabbage
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| Straight lavish
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| Friends wish they can have it
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| Cause I push a rolez, sip crystal glasses
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| I’m all wet
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| Don’t listen to your friends about me cheatin'
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| They dont' know that
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| Your best friend want me
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| Tell that hoe that
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| For show that
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| You know she want the kids
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| You should have knew this
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| True this
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| Two real niggas left
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| I’m one of the fewest
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| Holla at me girl
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| I’m all this
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| We can do this
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| Do that love thing
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| So I can prove that
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| Chorus… till fade |