| Want to be your man, please… tell you why
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| (I know what y’all thinking)
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| Doop doop doop doop doop doop
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| (First he can’t be my man, now he want to be my man)
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| (I wish this nigga make his mind up)
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| Can’t live my life… tell you why
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| (All my niggas man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know)
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| Oh baby, oh baby
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| (We gonna step out the track for one sec, one sec)
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| Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss
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| Know I can’t be your man why I feel like this
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| What I need with a woman when I live like this
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| Different chicks running in and out the crib like this
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| Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight’ll be enough
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| Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up
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| Set times to the side just for us to live it up
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| Walking out of Ralph Lauren, purple label linen, yuh
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| It’s hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us
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| Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus
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| So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag
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| By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad
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| Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets
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| A part of the package, but still far from a marriage
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| It’s easy to lose balance when hearts just start carin
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| With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop starin
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| Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you sumthin
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| (Tell you why)
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| Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you sumthin
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| (doop doop doop doop doop doop doop)
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| Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin
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| (Can't live my life… without you)
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| Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I’ve been meanin to tell you sumthin
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| (Oh baby, oh baby)
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| If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty
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| I got some shit I want to get off my mind, and I know
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| You get enough of niggas hollerin ya fine (hey
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| Ask… ask ya friend man, man I got this)
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| Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine
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| My bad, I know you think I’m probably lyin
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| Then I’mma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time… man
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| Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind
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| Say you should follow your heart and I’m followin' mine
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| But anyway, when I see yo' face
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| Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay
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| At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say
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| I already have too many hoes, I know
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| But if I had you, all the dough I’d blow
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| On eleven karat pink stones trillion row
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| I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth
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| Without a worry in the world when you rolling with me |