| Hey
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| Nabeyin
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| Know you feel it when I touch you, baby
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| Hey
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| Oh gosh, oh gosh
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| Came a long way from nothing, baby
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| We came a long way from nothing, baby
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| I told you be patient and trust me, baby
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| I told I was gon' make you love me, baby
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| Now, we been fussin' lately
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| Been a lot of kiss and huggin', lady
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| You see that bag, I’m tryna touch it, baby
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| Remember them times was wrong, there was nothin' to eat
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| What about them times you couldn’t even sleep, I was in them streets?
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| I had to do what I had to do to feed my family
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| I had my mama, but my daddy, shit, I never seen him
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| I knew you wouldn’t believe me when you caught me cheatin'
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| Even though I had a reason, I’m still glad that you relieved me
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| Wanna ball like Martin, Gina, better yet, Gucci and Keyshia
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| Keep it a hundred with me and I promise not to mistreat you
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| Rubbin' your feet when you be tired, watchin' my back when I be drivin'
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| You can wipe your eyes, I promise ain’t no more cryin'
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| On the run, you better hide, and come and see me if they find me
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| Get on that stand and lie, cross your heart and hope to die
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Tryna get a bag and make you feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Make these people feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Tryna get a bag and make you feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Make these people feel love
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| I’m by his side just like his Glock, I keep him focused
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| If you ridin' then I’m rollin' pull you deeper when you strokin'
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| Got your back just like I’m 'posed to, you my nigga
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| Down for the downs, you won’t find a bitch that’s realer
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| And if they catch you slippin', I drop money on the phone
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| You can call me when you wanna, you my lover, friend, homie
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| Ain’t worried 'bout no rumors, you keep everything a hundred
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| That’s how I know you mean it when you tell me that you love me
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| You get a bag, I get a bag too (For real)
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| And if you need it, I do anything you ask too (I will)
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| Keep my secrets, told you everything I had to (I did)
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| And you accepted all my flaws and my past too (You did)
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| You make me better through whatever, I know you won’t ever let up
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| When I tried to walk away, baby, I know you gettin' fed up
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| I’m with you right or wrong, they be sayin' that I’m trippin'
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| Tell me if it’s love, you feel this with other bitches?
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Tryna get a bag and make you feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Make these people feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Tryna get a bag and make you feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Make these people feel love
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| I knew this shit was real 'cause I could feel it when I touch you
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| Go to sleep, I hold you tight just to let you know that I love you
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| Straight at you while you sleep for all them times I left you lonely
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| Go to sleep, we said full, baby, remember we was hungry
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| Ain’t no more bologna (Nah), don’t ever talk to homies (Nah)
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| Grind for it if you want it, stack that paper, go in lonely
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| I’ma support you 'cause you baby, but can’t ever be lazy
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| Yeah, we can fuck and chill, but baby, I gotta get this paper
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| Was sleepin' with the roaches, now you catch me on the poster
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| We roll like rollercoaster, pass you the weed and you roll it (Roll up)
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| Eat me while I’m smokin', you be Harley, I be Joker
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| You know lately I ain’t been jokin' and this rap shit done got rollin'
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| Support a nigga, baby, let me know that you here with me
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| So when it’s time for BET, that you’ll be right there with me
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| You nothin' like them amateurs, might just make you manager
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| And fuck you an animal, let’s put it on camera
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Tryna get a bag and make you feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Make these people feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Tryna get a bag and make you feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |
| (Real love?)
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| How it’s supposed to feel when you feel love?
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| Make these people feel love
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| Baby, is this real love? |