| Chorus:
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| I just want you in my arms, obie
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| hold you to the morning, obie
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| i know you got 'em going on, obie
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| i don’t care what the humble club say (She said)
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| I just want you in my arms, obie
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| hold you to the morning, obie
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| i know you got it going on, obie
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| sensing on the good love to me
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| Verse 1
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| She said she like 'em dark-skinded
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| Not timid
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| wanna rumble in my loft, visit
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| top different
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| my walks exquisite
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| switch is ridiculous
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| locks is twisted like a block she said visit us
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| drum rock, why don’t you picture us wit-
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| kids’ll whip? |
| try to turn a can of buzz
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| so i can can it on a canoe sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew
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| what she plan to hold onto?
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| Verse 2
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| haters wanna hate, hey, no way, hey
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| she’ll slit ya throat if ya mess with O
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| she move a pound of coke
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| like brown with hopes, being close to folk if ya clown ya poke
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| no joke, murder she wrote, provoke my notoriety
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| there’ll be a dead body, be that dread haughty
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| me no no want it no more at da party
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| down on her knees, up in da party, to please my body
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| Verse 3
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| realest nigga on the song is obie
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| pushin me, got me in that hypnotic waze
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| i whisper news, got me thinking about her day to day
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| see i’m faced with beauty, theres nothing more for me to stay
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| get on the dance floor and play wit me all day (?)
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| theres no cliche, o’s great like the lakes
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| so she, run da river, her way of doing the snake
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| jamaican girl, make a true playa break
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| say it ain’t so, ya truth is fake
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| insenseless when she’s interested in insertion
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| any minute ya squirting
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| shes gifted in giving you the business, hurtin em
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| plus, she know the art of perversion
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| Baby, baby… fade to end… |