| Usher, baby
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| I hear you, yeah
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| Rock with me
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| Hey girl, I’m debating if I should take you home
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| Should I take you home?
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| I don’t mean to keep you waiting
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| But I just gotta know
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| If you’re ready
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| She say she wanna take her skirt off
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| Be my guest
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| I decided to take my shirt off
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| And show my chest
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| And we been sipping on that Merlot
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| So you know what’s next
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| The perfect intermission, switching positions
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| We so explicit oh
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| You been saying all night long
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| That you couldn’t wait to get me home alone
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| What you gon' do to me
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| Don’t talk about it, be about it
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| Let me see, let me see, let me see
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| Girl I can’t wait to get you home
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| Talk a good game mate, come on
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| Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
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| Don’t talk about it, be about it
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| Let me see, let me see, let me see
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| I’ll be anticipating
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| What you would do to me
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| What you gon' do to me
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| Sex babe is the occasion
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| Hands on when you’re with me
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| Give your heart to me, yeah
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| She say she wanna take her skirt off
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| Be my guest
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| I decided to take my shirt off
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| And show my chest
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| And we been sipping on that Merlot
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| So you know what’s next
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| The perfect intermission, switching positions
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| We so explicit oh
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| You been saying all night long
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| That you couldn’t wait to get me home alone
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| What you gon' do to me
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| Don’t talk about it, be about it
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| Let me see, let me see, let me see
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| Girl I can’t wait to get you home
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| Talk a good game mate, come on
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| Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
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| Quit talking about it, be about it
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| Let me see, let me see, let me see
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| Got on all my ice, talkin' cash shit
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| Been ballin' all my life, Lamborghinis, fast whips
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| She down to ride and she deserves a boss who’s down to provide
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| We run the streets but on G5s, I’m talkin' fly
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| Boots and blue jeans, Cartier, Louis rings
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| You wit' a big boy so we do the big things
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| Had the valet parking, Chanel hoodie on
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| Looking like Trey Von Martin, joys in the mid morning
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| She on my wanted poster, still rocking my Mimosa
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| I’m ballin' like LeBron, we shoppin' in Milan
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| The four fifty-eight Ferrari, I park it on the lawn
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| I let her meet my tongue, she blew up like a bomb
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| The sex is so explosive, her stuff is supersonic
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| She my new addition, I swear I’m through it
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| Rosé and Usher Raymond, girl we the hottest
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| Rockin' the most ice, I say we the hottest
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| You been saying it all night long
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| That you couldn’t wait to get me home alone
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| What you gon' do to me
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| Don’t talk about it, be about it
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| Let me see, let me see, let me see
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| I can’t wait to get you home
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| Talk a good game mate, come on
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| Hollering 'bout what you gon' do to me
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| Don’t talk about it, be about it
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| Let me see, let me see, let me see |