| Momma told me there’d be days like this, 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 missin, sweet love
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| Take off your shoes, come and get your feet rubbed
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| Us in the tub, takin bubble baths, 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, cause we got so much in common
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| You make them hoes wait, when you find the proper woman
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| Lay next to me, put yo' head on my chest
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| Attraction stimulates me but it’s not all about sex
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| I respect you got a mind and you… self sufficient
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| Opinonated… yet know how to listen
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| Now what’s mine is yours, if I’m ballin you ballin
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| Tell that other nigga, he can stop callin
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| Check this out
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| Chorus: Lil' Troy (repeat 4X)
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| I want to be your man
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| Where the love at? |
| Where the love at?
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| I wanna be your man baby; |
| I’m talkin about
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| Providin you with all of life’s. |
| securities — I mean
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| I think the first step is, goin to pick out some rings
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| What you like? |
| Baguettes and pistol skirts
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| Can I spend a night, without givin you my ends tonight?
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| Cause I gotta catch a early flight
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| What you yellin bout? |
| The simple fact that I’m bailin out?
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| I’m makin moves, my album sellin out
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| I need some affection, love could you teach me a lesson
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| I might be sittin fat down here in Texas, but the thugs is 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, how long would you-a 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 and support, when I’m tryin to make my green
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| If you’re real, I’ll throw some carats in your ring
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| I’ll make it last forever, cause you know I had that cash forever
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| We can ball till we pass together baby
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| Where the love at
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| Hahah, yeah
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| My nigga Lil' Troy, Short Stop Records
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| Puttin down like a G.O..
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| That’s how we get our groove on!
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| Recognize the mob, I bet you co-workers stare
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| When they — see the flowers that I’m sendin to your job
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| Read the cards, stick it in your purse, let’s keep it rosy
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| Cause everybody so nosy
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| So you can’t believe what people say
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| Misery loves company — tell them keep away, 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 freak ya that’s on my baby’s life
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| Will you be my wife? |
| Please take this ring — let it serve as a token
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| To make you realize baby I ain’t jokin
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| I’m copin, but my adversaries got me noid
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| I need a God-fearin woman, who understands my heart
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| Leave your baggage from past relationships, out of the picture
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| I put my old flames out and changed, all of my digits
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| And that’s real
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| I want to be your man, sober
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| Ain’t really no need to question me
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| And we’re together as far as.
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| For my loyalty or my commitment life
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| You know my presence, but you alone, should let you know
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| You don’t want to mess with me
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| I need you to spend time with me
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| I brang the heat
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| You want to play? |
| It ain’t a thing to me
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| You say you changed, 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, me and you can ball too much
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| Imagine having cabbage, straight lavish
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| Your friends wish they can have it
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| Cause I push a Rolex, sip crystal glasses of Moet
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| Don’t listen to your friends about me cheatin
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| They don’t know that, your best friend want me
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| Tell that ho that, fo' sho' dat
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| You know she want the kids you shoulda knew this, true this
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| Few real niggas left, I’m one of the fewest
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| Holla at me girl, I’m Ardis, we can do this
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| Do that love thing girl, so I can prove that
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| Chorus (to fade) |