| Fetch or catch my corsage, oh ye
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| Fetch or catch my corsage, oh ye, oh ye
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| Fetch or catch my corsage, oh ye
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| We, I love it when we communicate
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| It’s for loving
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| For telling
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| For rebuilding
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| I feel
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| Like get deep in, my mind
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| I always find the time
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| To think of you
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| Ginger fried fresh
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| Come into the hood
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| Fetching my catch
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| I wish a nigga would
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| Laning cut
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| Bumping I’ll be sure
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| Playing with the what’s
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| The when’s and the should’s
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| Saying what I want
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| Coming with the goods
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| Coming while you go
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| Going through the woods
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| Knowing what I want
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| Knowing that I could
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| Doesn’t make it wrong
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| But it might make it good
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| I’m cool when I am bad
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| And I don’t look soft
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| Half of man amazing
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| Just remember that corsage
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| Remembering the badge
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| The times that we had
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| Multiplying half that you hopeing I ain’t mad
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| When I pop up at some adds
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| Wanna bang you with some glass
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| When I hit it, it smash
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| Quick with it, with some rags
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| When I’m rapping my desire
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| Better think before I act
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| Relying on my graphs
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| You remember I’m the man
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| When mingling you tingling
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| You feel it in your spine
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| But I look on your face
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| I know I got your mind
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| I stay trap and dymes
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| Quarters and dollars
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| Imma quick with all the skills
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| And make you mourn and holla
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| Naturally you stylish
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| Been bless by moon dance
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| Keep you in (ah)
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| My style never flaw
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| Your life is like an island
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| And I’m trying to cross the border
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| Heard the bushes from the lakes
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| Exactly in that order |