| Sexy love, the things you do
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| Oh this that Ne-Yo shit (Sexy love, oh-oh, oh-oh)
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| I be runnin' back to you
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| I be runnin' back to you
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| No matter what they say, no matter what they do
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| Just stay up out the way and become a better you
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| Them Ksubi jeans tight, I was a loose screw
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| Caught a reflection of myself and I saw that I’m valuable
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| I had fell off like a leaf, yeah
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| Dead broke, no hope, they doubted me
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| Without a cane, I had got back on my feet
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| Was tryna make it right at night while they sleep
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| Up and down through them blocks like yo-yos
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| Cops and robbers, nver play the po-pos
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| Taught me a lot growin' up in that 4−4
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| Don’t lave your nigga hangin' for another hoe
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| We was goin' wild, always up in trouble
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| Police tell us to lay down, I think they like to cuddle
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| Made a post the shoe fit, claim, I’m tryna sub you
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| Slidin' blocks in Air Max tryna pop a bubble
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| All my opps washed up, they don’t need soap
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| I’m all these bitches father, no birth control
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| I’m steady-goin' harder, grindin' for my hoe
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| She lookin' like Miss Parker, that lil' bitch dope
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| No matter what they say, no matter what they do
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| Just stay up out the way and become a better you
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| Them Ksubi jeans tight, I was a loose screw
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| Caught a reflection of myself and I saw that I’m valuable
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| Ain’t had to figure that I’m different
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| I’m scarred, need no stitches
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| Them stars got no limits
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| I’ma run up on my riches
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| I ain’t nothing like these niggas
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| He got cold while I’m sicker
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| They throwin' shots I’m quick to throw it back
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| That bullet liftin', yeah-yeah
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| Sexy love, let me fuck all up on you
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| He won’t know, that I’m fuckin' all on you
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| Sexy love, tell your nigga you through
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| Sexy love, I done took a nigga boo |