| This world is mine, all mine, but I’m willing to share
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| I’ll split it with 50/50 if you willing to pound
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| Baby got a nigga feeling her
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| This feeling is rare
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| Got my head touching the ceiling
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| Shit is still in the air, yeah
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| 'cause she’s a bad bitch
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| That got her own shit
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| Can buy her own purse
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| And pay her own rent
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| Never beg for money
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| Got a good job
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| She just finished school, now she living large
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| Stay working hard, make a nigga wanna help
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| It’s such a turn on to know she can do it herself
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| The only thing you’re missing queen is your king
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| Together I can take you to see your dreams
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| Is she about to catch a body?
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| Body bad like her ass, working for these
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| I’m about to blow the bag on you, probably
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| I’m not gonna lie to you, I’mma tell the truth
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| You know, you’re outstanding
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| Girl you knock me out
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| Exciting, yeah, you make me wanna shout
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| I’m talking pretty when she wake up
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| Don’t even need no make-up
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| Can suck a mean dick and can cook a mean steak up
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| She got a nigga focused, them other ho’s hopeless
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| Compared to my girl
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| She make them bops look like roaches
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| A dime on the scales, shorty fine as hellk
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| Christian Louis Vuitton heels, got that ass sitting real
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| Got other chicks checking her fit
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| Niggas trying to hit, talking 'bout
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| Thugger, you done hit a lick
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| I know my bitch the shit, that why she my bitch
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| And since she my bitch she gon' get what I get
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| She down for a nigga, so I figured I might wife her
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| I like her, and so I had to go ahead and invite ya'
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| Is she about to catch a body?
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| Body bad like her ass, working for these
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| I’m about to blow the bag on you, probably
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| I’m not gonna lie to you, I’mma tell the truth
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| You know, you’re outstanding
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| Girl you knock me out
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| Exciting, yeah, you make me wanna shout
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| We taking first-class trips just to fulfill her fantasies
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| Overseas, chauffeur please
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| To be the best restaurant, we dine on fine wine
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| Having a good time, trying to get up in her mind
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| On top of the line designs, what’s yours is mine
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| What’s mine’s is yours, Gucci and Louis stores
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| On a shopping spree, who’s stopping me?
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| Pass the broccoli, grab the cheese
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| At least 50 G’s, I got with me
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| But only for baby, them other broads get none
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| Ain’t worried 'bout them other broads, baby number one
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| She in the bauws house, got the keys to the car
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| Our Lexus, this ain’t mine, it’s ours
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| Under stars on the Range roof, just me and you, damn I love the way you do you
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| You the truth
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| Can make any pop the balls boo, girl you special
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| Kept it 100 with a nigga, had to bless ya' |