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No 1 Can Compare |
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Remember when we met like a year ago? |
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When I was milkin' out trix like cereal |
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**** a Chon Don Nectar Imperial |
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Treat me right I'll show you wifey material |
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Never would of thought we'd get down like this |
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Said you never been this happy til you found this bitch |
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At the Ritz countin' stacks like pounds was flipped |
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In the morning go shoppin let me bounce the 6 |
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Get a kiss on the lips when I'm around your clique |
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Get the feeling one day you'll be crownin this |
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You inspire me to lace all the nouns I spit |
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Compared to you them other cats don't amount to shit |
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Always kept it wet like Bangladesh |
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Turned me out like mesh when you spank the flesh |
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Got me rotten tricken 50% and bank the rest |
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Your name chipped out on my tennis anklet |
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Chorus: |
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You treat me right |
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You make me smile |
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I know you care |
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No one could compare |
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You show me love |
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You got my back |
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You always here |
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No one could compare |
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Ain't no nigga like the one I got my nigga |
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And that's from the heart my nigga |
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Cuz you brought me from the slums to the top my nigga |
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Show these bitches what you got done to my watch my nigga |
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Ain't a millionaire who could take your place |
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Got me screamin out your name when we shake and bake |
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Who dat on the other line nigga? make em wait |
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Everybody told me don't **** wit you |
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But despite all the rumors I'm in love with you |
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Nothing's ever too little or too much for you |
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If you ever leave I wouldn't know what to do |
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Shit you for me open like the bank accounts |
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Started screenin calls, stopped hangin out |
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Everything about you got me blankin out |
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You keep satisfied plus franklyned out |
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Repeat chorus |
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You think you was the first to ever make me nut |
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Be callin you daddy like you raised me up |
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Maybe one day we'll have a lil baby us |
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Growin up listenin to jay-z and stuff |
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Cuz what we are- is a perfect combo |
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We done come too far- to let this go |
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It ain't gotta be a star- to be in my show |
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When my man needs me I run to it |
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When my man calls me I jump to it |
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Give up everything if it come to it |
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Got a ring on my left hand with lumps through it |
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You my best friend, confidon, other hand |
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Up in the bubble bath, makin each other laugh |
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I doubt,- if I could ever give anotha the ass |
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Ya'll mad- cuz this ain't what most lovers have |
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Repeat chorus |
