| Don’t hold back, baby throw it don’t front it
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| Give it to me good like you friend, girl touch it
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| Run it, straight down the center like a sprinter
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| 5−4-3−2-1 enter
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| They talks a lot about ya vibe, ya makin' me feel ya inner thoughts
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| MJG, wanna dip in the sauce
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| Knock it off, fantasy scenes of me and you
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| Plenty other women that dream of being you
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| Cute face, good attitude, small waist
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| Girl ya number one in the race the rest chase
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| Baby first of all ya look at me close searchin' for lines
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| Thankin' that you can get in my mind, thankin' that I’m
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| A lightweight, left fly straight in one wait
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| Lay it down over the world in one date
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| Pure P-I-M-P-I-N-G
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| Both of us grown no need to pretend we
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| Ain’t prepared for the houses with the marble floors
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| Three staircases with the antique doors
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| All day, valet hit the place your ride
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| With thirty-five rooms just in case you tired
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| Amazon, let’s have a marathon in the bedroom
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| Come stout, 6'3″ with any leg room
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| I know what to do if ya know how to act
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| Now say it to yourself baby don’t hold back
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| As we begin ya perfume clouds the room, Soft Rain
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| Sprinkle down homie massage away the pain
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| I been standin' here scopin' ya girl from across the club
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| Suave House outtas for real, show us some love
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| We can peel off into the night and do it right
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| And leave two streaks in the street and we outta sight
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| Space-age, still don’t nothin' move but the hits
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| So baby shake it to the front and the back right quick
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| Last call for alcohol, what do you prefer (Baby I don’t drink)
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| Well that’s cool what about hers
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| Swang it over to me sugar I don’t need no slack
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| Let me see it, let me see it girl don’t hold back
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| I see you lookin' at the ice
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| Thankin' bout a way to be my wife
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| Dollars signs in ya eyes, not tonight, skirt tight
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| To the hip, bend over bust a whole to the slip
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| Now mesmerized gauging at the lips on the tip, of that thang
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| Shaved down lookin' high hay
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| Freaky thoughts travel through my brain all day
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| Listen baby, when I saw you in that mini-skirt
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| It made me wanna really go to work
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| Wonderin' could I get them legs straight up in the sky
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| Lay down and watch the silly fed blaze roll by
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| You and I kick back when we through gettin' high
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| Intoxicated folks don’t lie, don’t try
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| I can picture us posted in the bed buck wild
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| Humpin' like it’s goin' outta style, stay awhile
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| Now smile, naw better yet say ahh
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| Do it in the back of a car like a star |