| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| You seen her walkin' through
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| Hartsfield International
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| On her way to see me
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| She’s far from the girl that you used to know
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| Flossin' keys to your phantom and you know that she’s my girl
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| Still you try to get at her
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| But she put the brakes on that shit like (SKKRT)
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| And I don’t blame you 'cause, God, the girl look good
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| She said she couldn’t even if she could
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| She needs my love
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| She said I’m like the air and without me, she’ll die
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| If it ain’t my love
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| You better have a doctor on stand-by
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| You seen us walkin' through the club
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| Little Fendi skirt lettin' them panties show
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| She grindin' on me (me)
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| I see you tryin' too flirt with her on the low (what)
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| Flossin' keys too your rover boy you know that that’s my girl
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| I left and you made your way over
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| But she push the brakes on that shit likem (SKKRT)
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| And I can’t blame u cause God damn the girl is fine she said she can’t because
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| shes mine mine min mine mine mine
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| She needs my love
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| She said I’m like the air and without me, she’ll die
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| If it ain’t my love
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| You better have a doctor on stand-by
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog
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| Yessir!
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| From the look of my wardrobe I can see why you mad though
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| See me up in Bankhead, chillin' with a bad ho
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| Tell Oprah I’m sorry, I really meant to say bad though
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| She keep them thongs ch-ch-ch-chewin' on her asshole
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| I’m all up on her ass though, runnin' it like I’m Castro
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| I’m still hood even though my bank account upper-class, ho
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| We 3 minutes into the song, but still nigga, you mad though
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| But nah he squintin' from my wrist 'cause my wrist got the mad glow
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| She needs my love
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| She said I’m like the air and without me, she’ll die
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| If it ain’t my love
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| You better have a doctor on stand-by
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| Call 9−1-1 if my love ain’t there
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| Call 9−1-1 tell paramedics to bring her air (air, air, air)
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| Call 9−1-1 if my love ain’t there
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| Call 9−1-1 tell paramedics to bring her air (air, air, air)
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| She needs my love
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| You better have a doctor on stand-by |