| Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Hello?
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| (Girl)
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| Hey?
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| I need you, can you please come & get me?
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| Yeah don’t even worry about it… I’ll be there.
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| (Chorus)
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| I’m the one you can call when you need me, (need me)
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| You can trust in me, girl believe me, (believe me)
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| One call from the morning to the evening, (evening)
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| I’ll be your man hold your hand any season,
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| I can be there for you, for you,
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| Cherish every little thing about you, bout you,
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| All you gotta do is let me,
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| Just let me, just let me, love you girl.
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| (Verse 1)
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| I’ll be your man, the friend you’ve never had,
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| I’m the type of guy to provide you with a plan,
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| Keep you on the right direction with this love,
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| When you’re feeling insecure,
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| I’ll be there with a hug,
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| And every moment that you cry,
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| I share your emotions,
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| I’ll protect you with my life,
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| And my arms stay open,
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| Walking by the ocean as we catch a cool breeze,
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| Sun setting you explain all your needs,
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| And your goals, and desires in this world,
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| I know it’s hard believe it, man,
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| But has it occurred, preferred,
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| That you need a real man,
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| Not this little boy still livin' off mom and dad,
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| So I’ll sweep you off your feet like a king
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| To a princess,
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| You don’t need instability,
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| No need to be stressin', (no)
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| Confessin' all this love to you,
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| Let me show you what love can do, uh…
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| (Chorus)
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| (Verse 2)
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| Like I told you Trix are for kids,
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| And your a woman, so listen to the bridge,
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| He buys you tons of roses,
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| But money don’t buy love,
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| You’re waiting up for him,
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| While he sippin' at the club,
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| Trying to buy a lap dance,
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| While you’re working for yours,
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| Trying to drop the lame,
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| And change and get yours,
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| Pick up the phone and call up daddy Capone-E,
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| I’ll be right by your side,
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| When you feel all alone,
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| Come on now, (now)
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| Don’t let no one get you down,
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| This song makes you cry,
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| But this song makes you proud,
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| Holla at ya boy,
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| With this thug like passion,
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| Raise and represent the one I love,
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| For everlastin',
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| True,
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| But this is just me to you,
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| Never leave you behind,
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| Cause real ladies need love too,
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| And that’s a fact, (fact)
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| I got yo back,
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| Just a phone call away girl,
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| Believe what I say…
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| (Chorus)
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| (Verse 3)
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| So let me take you where you never went,
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| And let me save you,
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| But be your best friend,
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| Let me hold you, protect your innocence,
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| I’ll be there for you in every type of presence,
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| Come on girl, tell 'em make that change,
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| No more dead beat lames,
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| No more ever lasting pain, (no more)
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| It’s just the simple things we do,
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| From a man to a woman,
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| Don’t trip, I got you…
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| (Chorus)
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| (Hook)
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| All you gotta do is let me,
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| Just let me… love you girl,
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| All you gotta do is let me Just let me…
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| (Fingazz on the track)
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| All you gotta do is let me.
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| Just let me… (Dedicated 2 The Oldies Part 2) love you girl…
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| Let me show you what love can do, uh. |