| Hey, Grand Hustle, homie
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| Yeah, it’s the king, partner
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| Haha, you know I couldn’t leave you
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| Without hollerin' at you one more time right, baby?
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| Okay, Mary, go
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| Sexy boy, sexy boy, won’t you be my
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| Almond Joy, chocolate kisses, don’t you see my
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| I’m, boy, fixed on you tonight, boy
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| Only one I want for the rest of my life, boy
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| Am I coming on too strong?
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| Do I make you nervous?
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| Oh
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| Is this the first time that you heard this?
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| Oh, baby, you got what I want
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| And I think I deserve it, won’t hurt it
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| Promise I’ll be worth it
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| So give me that, give me that, give me that good love
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| 'Cause baby you’re what I’m looking for
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| And every time you smile I want some more
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| So give me that, give me that, give me that good love
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| Now don’t you tell me no
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| Just come here and give me that good love
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| Mercy me, mercy me, you makin' my
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| Temperature heat up, heat up, baby, sky high
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| Ooh ooh, I don’t mean to be rude, but if you don’t come on
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| I’ma come and get you
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| Am I coming on too strong?
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| Do I make you nervous?
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| Oh
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| Is this the first time that you heard this?
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| Oh, baby, you got what I want
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| And I think I deserve it, won’t hurt it
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| Promise I’ll be worth it
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| So give me that, give me that, give me that good love
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| 'Cause baby you’re what I’m looking for
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| And every time you smile I want some more
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| Oh, so give me that, give me that, give me that good love
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| Now don’t you tell me no
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| Just come here and give me that good love
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| So give me mine, give me mine, give me mine
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| Give me that, give me that good love (Good love, oh)
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| So give me mine, give me mine, give me mine
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| Give me that, give me that good love (Good love)
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| Aye, where my ladies at? |
| Throw you hands up
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| You see a sucka lookin' at you tell him, «Man up»
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| So he bought a drink, tell him, «And what?»
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| That don’t mean he got the right to keep you handcuffed
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| You got your hair done, and your toes, too
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| You lookin' good, girl, if ain’t nobody told you
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| Even the hood girls with the gold tooth
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| And working girls who buy the purses and they own shoes
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| Sophisticated ladies went to school and graduated
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| Who don’t be drinkin' every day, but since they celebratin'
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| Hey, pop your bottles shawty and do your thing, ma
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| And let your hair down, and let it hang, ma
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| To all the single moms raising babies on their own
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| Forget your baby daddy, baby, you don’t need homes
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| Whether you got your real hair or a weave on
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| Whether you got some Frankie Bs or some Lees on
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| From the A-cups to the D-cups
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| To the Kiki’s, Nikki’s and Tameka’s
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| Listen, not only will I hit it if you throw it to me
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| But I’ma beat it like you stole and you owe it to me
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| So give me that, give me that, give me that good love
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| 'Cause baby you’re what I’m looking for
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| And every time you smile I want some more
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| So give me that, give me that, give me that good love
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| Now don’t you tell me no
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| Just come here and give me that good love
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| That good love
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| Alright now
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| Ladies, this goes out to each and every last one of you, yeah
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| You know I got enough for all of you
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| But there can only be one queen
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| But you can still close your eyes and imagine, right?
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| Ha, a year and a day and counting
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| Grand Hustle, homie, it’s the king
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| Alright, I can say that, Mary?
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| Haha, alright |