| She tell me shut up nigga, shut up nigga, don’t speak
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| When she get on top of me, she do it so sweet
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| She take it high, she take it low, she do it slow
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| She on that Janet Jackson shit, she want control
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| I know the neighbors know my name, scream it, scream it
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| This taste like banana pudding so I eat it, eat it (eat it, eat it)
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| She just give me what I want because I need it, need it (need it, need it)
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| I’m on that Michael Jackson shit, I wanna beat it, beat it (beat it, beat it
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| I love my wife, I need my wife
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| I swear she the only one in my life
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| She cook my food, she clean my clothes
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| I massage her feet and kiss her toes
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| My friends get mad, they say I’m bugging
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| But fuck that, I only got eyes for one woman
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| I had girls before but it wasn’t the same
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| Cause she my wife, she got my last name
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| When she outta town, a text is wack
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| She FaceTime me so I can see where she at
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| Her friends get mad, they don’t understand
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| But they just mad cause they ain’t got no man
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| She get what she want, my wife is spoiled
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| Cause she my wife and my wife is loyal
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| Mrs. Mackie, your husband adore you
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| We the royal family, my family royal
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| I love my man, I need my man
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| Told me ain’t nobody more important than I am
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| I don’t really think that people understand
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| See if he got beef, then I go ham
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| Y’all see he don’t smile and he don’t dance
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| Ain’t a chance that IG, just kilos and grams
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| But he post all my pictures, you seen it, fam
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| Got all these chicks straight screaming on they man
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| Like look at Pap with Rem, she was in the can
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| Ain’t patting me down, yo man don’t need to hold your hand
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| Damn, y’all hoes ain’t got no chance
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| It’s not that I’m always right but two wrongs I can’t
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| No roleplay, I be stripping and he throw me bands
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| I’m his personal groupie, he don’t really need no fans
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| I whip around the crib all day, no bra, no pants
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| And we-we stay on my lips like we in France |