| Like a back board I’ll hit it, baby don’t stop, get it, get it
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| Call me Michael Phelps, wait I’ll be swimming in it
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| She, she revving like a siren, louder than my radio
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| Light as a feather, hard as a rock
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| Our love was made to fill your heart
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| My width was made to fill that part of you
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| To climb aboard and straddle me
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| To taste and touch all of your anatomy
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| Chours:
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| Girl tonight, all of your expectations I’ll supersede
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| Girl tonight, I’m gonna give your body all the love therapy it needs
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| Girl tomorrow, you’re reflecting, recollecting, I’ll be on your mind
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| Girl, not to be cocky not to brag, but I’ll be the best you ever had
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| Welcome to love land!
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| I’ll be your lover, I’ll be your king
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| I’ll be your freaky, freak, baby and all your wet dreams
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| Just call me your love king in the bedroom of throne
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| And prepare for the greatest love, the best you’ve ever known
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| The best, greatest, the best, the best, best
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| Greatest, the best, best, the best
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| Greatest, the best, best, the best
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| Greatest, the best
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| My sex was made to sweat out your weave
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| To make your MAC, makeup, smear and run
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| You may say that I’m an architect
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| And call me Mister extra low the way I make it flow
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| Let me hydrate you from the sex
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| Chorus reprise:
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| Girl tonight, all of your expectations I’ll supersede
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| Girl tonight, I’m gonna give your body all the love therapy it needs
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| Girl tomorrow, you’re reflecting, recollecting, I’ll be on your mind
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| And I ain’t trying to boast or even brag, but I’m gone be the best you ever had
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| Welcome to love land!
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| I’ll be your lover, I’ll be your king
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| I’ll be your freaky, freak, baby and all your wet dreams
|
| Just call me your love king in the bedroom of throne
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| And prepare for the greatest love, the best you’ve ever known
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| Vamp:
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| I ain’t boast or bragging my touches, my lovin'
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| My K-I-S-S-I-N-G, my huggin', the passion, the climax, my stamina
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| My foreplay, my big ole ego, my hang time, my round 2
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| And 3, 4, my night cap, my pillow talk and before I tuck you in
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| Like a back board I’ll hit it, baby don’t stop, get it, get it
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| Call me Michael Phelps, wait I’ll be swimming in it
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| She, she revving like a siren, louder than my radio
|
| Light as a feather, hard as a rock
|
| Welcome to love land!
|
| I’ll be your lover, I’ll be your king
|
| I’ll be your freaky, freak, baby and all your wet dreams
|
| Just call me your love king in the bedroom of throne
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| And prepare for the greatest love, the best you’ve ever known |