| Boy, you got that six in the morning
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| You got that thing that’ll make a girl feel high
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| Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
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| Just say the words, I’ll do anything you want
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| Boy, let me love you
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| Uh, I know that you think I’m the one, but who doesn’t?
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| It comes with the territory when you buzzin'
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| A ball player sold you a dream, ain’t do nothing
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| A couple rappers under your belt, but who’s judging?
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| I ain’t trying to guide you, hand on Bible
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| But Instagram pics show more than side views
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| Thirty-dollar nude catsuits is not cute
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| And fifty comments on ass is not fluke
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| So, no cuffing, no buns in the oven
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| If my girl call your phone, she’s just bluffin'
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| As long as you and I both know we just fuckin'
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| If anybody else do ask, we just nothing
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| Boy, you got that six in the morning
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| You got that thing that’ll make a girl feel high
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| Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
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| Just say the words, I’ll do anything you want
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| Boy, let me love you
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| Hey mama, come fuck with the shotta
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| With the Givenchy toppa, shoe Balenciaga
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| If you act right, I can match you up proper
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| If it’s about a dollar thing, big like Poppa
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| Introduce your exes to my choppa
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| Don’t listen to your best friend, she don’t matter
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| You know she wanna be you in that vehicle
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| Riding in see-through V1, V2
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| Chanel or Celine, however I see you
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| Christians or Chloe, damn, them C’s too
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| You know I play fair, I’m Daddy Day Care
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| I know it ain’t cheap for you to lay here
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| Boy, you got that six in the morning
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| You got that thing that’ll make a girl feel high
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| Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
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| Just say the words, I’ll do anything you want
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| Boy, let me love you
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| Let’s get past the nonsense and be honest
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| All the ones I sponsored clear my conscience
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| Can’t commit the crime without accomplice
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| We both to blame, let’s push the shame behind us
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| On the DL, pushin' my brother’s CL
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| Meet you at the spot, you had tint on the TL
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| It’s only right you shake them phony types
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| And embrace the kid, like my bracelets did
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| Uh, I’m from the era where the money come fast
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| Blow it all 'cause the money don’t last
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| All them broke niggas lookin' puppy-dog sad
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| She in that new purse, sayin', «Honey, don’t ask»
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| Boy, you got that six in the morning
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| You got that thing that’ll make a girl feel high
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| Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
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| Just say the words, I’ll do anything you want
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| Boy, let me love you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Love You , by - Pusha T. Song from the album My Name Is My Name, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп