| My new fire, you’re ought to come to light me
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| Around this time I only want you near
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| You can’t be where I be, I’m way to fly to let you out me
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| But I do care, oh yeah
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| It’s hard to see when your body and arms reach
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| My mind is to grand prix
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| I’m lying but to step gon' drive a few blocks east
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| To rendez-vous at the spa? |
| become east
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| For realla, baby
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| (No, like nothing nothing I’ve ever known, no no no)
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| For realla baby
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| (That you’re the realest realest I’ve ever known)
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| One last time before you step out and leave
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| You can’t be where I be, I’m way to fly to let you out me
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| But I do care, oh yeah
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| For realla, baby
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| For realla, baby
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| Yea-yea-yeah!
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| (No, like nothing nothing I’ve ever known, no no no)
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| For realla baby
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| (That you’re the realest realest I’ve ever known)
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| For realla, baby
|
| (No, like nothing nothing I’ve ever known, no no no)
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| For realla baby
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| (That you’re the realest realest I’ve ever known)
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| No, like nothing nothing I’ve ever known,
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| That you’re the realest realest I’ve ever known
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| Let be at your home at the late hour,
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| Waitin' in the cold, waitin' an hour
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| Tell me what’s the code to the front gate
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| Tell me what’s the roles we gon' play
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| Take off your clothes off, I can’t wait
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| Tell ‘em other niggers you’d be out of town
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| Tell ‘em other bitches ever put down on me
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| Long days, but we’d better make the? |
| around them
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| Tell ‘em other niggers you’d be out of town
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| Tell ‘em other bitches ever put down on me
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| Long days, but we’d better make the? |
| around them
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| White wine, no ice in the glasses
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| But you might put ice in my candy cane |