| Let me pick my face up off the floor I’m off the D’USSÉ
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| I’ve been going so hard this week and shit it’s only Tuesday
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| I left my bitch at home, I think I need a new bae
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| I left my bitch at home, I think I need a new bae
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| Pull up, pull up, I poured a drink let’s get twisted, get twisted some more,
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| yeah
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| Better be good to me, baby
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| Girl, you better be good to me
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| I see your eyes when you look at me I see your soul
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| I see your soul, you better be good to me, girl
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| Yeah Yeah, damn she so bad but damn she look so good every time she get low
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| I ain’t E-40, baby, but, baby girl I’mma tell you when to go
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| We skip the bed every time that we fuck we get straight to the floor
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| I buy the ticket you get on the road
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| She says she live in Australia, I’ll fly you out to Chicago
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| She doesn’t like the cold weather, she wants a vacay, a vacay in Cabo
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| She got the frame of a model,
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| I wanna ride like a saddle
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| I fall in love with her, 5'7"stallion
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| Fresh out the shower, I’m licking your asshole
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| My new bae, you’re my new bae
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| Let’s make a movie, are we moving too fast?
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| Who cares? |
| You’re my new bae
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| With my drinking I’ll be on the floor
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| New bae, new bae, up in Sacramento
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| D’USSÉ, D’USSÉ with the Amaretto
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| Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang when I switch tempos
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| Put you on a new game, get experimental
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| Have you ever had your ass in the air, hands tied to the bed, legs tied to the
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| leg post?
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| While your roommate watching, plotting, playing with herself like who gon' get
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| the head most?
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| We can do the three-three, yeah, what about Kiki?
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| Bring her to the crib in the Hills with the studio, tell her we can have a
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| little FeFe
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| Make you feel a way
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| I’mma run my finger in a spiral up your spine like a staircase
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| You know that I know the right spot, girl
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| How you doing squats, girl, I can make your legs shake
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| Hit you from the back, make the bed break
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| When I beat the brakes off it, yeah yeah
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| Pussy getting wet, let it marinate
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| Let a nigga taste something, girl, yeah yeah
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| You are fucking with a Chicago nigga, like DJ Pharris
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| Say, girl, it ain’t nothing to spend on a bottle
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| That’s just cause your body the truth if I dare say,
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| sound crazy
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| I know I’m talking crazy, girl, blame it on the D’USSÉ
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| But you look so bad if you’re good to me I might just make you my new bae
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| My new bae, you’re my new bae
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| Let’s make a movie, are we moving too fast?
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| Who cares? |
| You’re my new bae
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| With my drinking I’ll be on the floor |