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(Hook x2) |
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Don't hold back, baby throw it don't front it |
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Give it to me good like you friend, girl touch it |
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Run it, straight down the center like a sprinter |
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5-4-3-2-1 enter |
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(Verse 1) |
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They talks a lot about ya vibe, ya makin' me feel ya inner thoughts |
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MJG, wanna dip in the sauce |
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Knock it off, fantasy scenes of me and you |
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Plenty other women that dream of being you |
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Cute face, good attitude, small waist |
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Girl ya number one in the race the rest chase |
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Baby first of all ya look at me close searchin' for lines |
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Thankin' that you can get in my mind, thankin' that I'm |
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A lightweight, left fly straight in one wait |
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Lay it down over the world in one date |
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Pure P-I-M-P-I-N-G |
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Both of us grown no need to pretend we |
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Ain't prepared for the houses with the marble floors |
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Three staircases with the antique doors |
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All day, valet hit the place your ride |
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With thirty-five rooms just in case you tired |
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Amazon, let's have a marathon in the bedroom |
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Come stout, 6'3" with any leg room |
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I know what to do if ya know how to act |
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Now say it to yourself baby don't hold back |
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(Hook x2) |
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(Verse 2) |
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As we begin ya perfume clouds the room, Soft Rain |
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Sprinkle down homie massage away the pain |
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I been standin' here scopin' ya girl from across the club |
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Suave House outtas for real, show us some love |
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We can peel off into the night and do it right |
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And leave two streaks in the street and we outta sight |
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Space-age, still don't nothin' move but the hits |
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So baby shake it to the front and the back right quick |
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Last call for alcohol, what do you prefer (Baby I don't drink) |
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Well that's cool what about hers |
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Swang it over to me sugar I don't need no slack |
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Let me see it, let me see it girl don't hold back |
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(Hook x2) |
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I see you lookin' at the ice |
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Thankin' bout a way to be my wife |
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Dollars signs in ya eyes, not tonight, skirt tight |
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To the hip, bend over bust a whole to the slip |
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Now mesmerized gauging at the lips on the tip, of that thang |
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Shaved down lookin' high hay |
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Freaky thoughts travel through my brain all day |
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Listen baby, when I saw you in that mini-skirt |
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It made me wanna really go to work |
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Wonderin' could I get them legs straight up in the sky |
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Lay down and watch the silly fed blaze roll by |
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You and I kick back when we through gettin' high |
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Intoxicated folks don't lie, don't try |
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I can picture us posted in the bed buck wild |
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Humpin' like it's goin' outta style, stay awhile |
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Now smile, naw better yet say ahh |
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Do it in the back of a car like a star |
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(Hook x4) |
