| Now even though I might trick a little
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| I know you love the way I work the middle
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| You look good in them high heels girl
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| You’re so hood, we in our lil' world
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| Shoppin sprees overseas, you and me on a private flight
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| Got a chance to be my wife if ya ass act right
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| Gotta dance all night girl, you want that ice
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| Everythang’s on me, yeah, I’m that type
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| Marble floors in these elevator doors
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| Sixteen bedrooms and all of 'em yours
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| Let’s fuck all night, any position you like
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| Thick coats by the Coach, black Bentley Azure
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| I know sometimes a nigga might not make it home and it’s
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| No reception, low bars, it ain’t on and I
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| Keep doin this cause you don’t care
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| Material girl that’ll always be there, ya ain’t goin nowhere
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| Time and time I try to leave
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| But I just can’t seem to leave yo' ass alone
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| Don’t know why I can’t let you go
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| And why I keep comin back for mo'
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| I’m sayin this — life is good
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| Got me up out the hood, but I’m so confused
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| And I don’t know how much more of this
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| Disrespect I can take from youuuuu
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| And ya ain’t goin nowhere, how I know because I told you so
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| And all that cryin shit stop when I’m down below
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| Shit, I’m on top when you hit that O
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| Now get that O, that’s what the fuck you came here fo'
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| Now move that body all around like a professional
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| Damn, shorty’s so flexible
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| We can do it on the highway, I’m talkin 'bout sex to go
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| Now how the fuck we get to Mexico?
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| Yeah I bought that house, but now you talkin 'bout leavin
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| You don’t wanna do that girl it’s pleasin season
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| Heard your girls told you I’m fuckin up and that you need to get even
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| But all you need is me, you don’t need them
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| You know the game, maintain and do ya thang
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| And tell them bitches worry 'bout they own man
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| So when they start talkin like dat dere
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| Tell them bitches get the fuck out your ear, cause you ain’t goin nowhere
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| What did you dooooooooooo?
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| What did ya do to me? |
| (What did you do to me?)
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| What did ya do to me? |
| (To me, ha hah)
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| What did ya do to me? |
| (What did you do to me?)
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| What did ya do to me? |
| (To me, ha hah)
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| You keep tellin me I make you sick
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| But on some real shit, quit bitch, you love this dick
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| And even if she did leave because of the way I act
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| It be’s like that, fuck it she’ll be right back
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| You and I both know, if you and I both go
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| Our separate ways one thing’s for sho'
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| If you ever get the nerve to pack your shit and walk up out that do'
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| You ain’t never comin back no mo'
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| She ain’t goin nowhere
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| w/ ad libs |