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Where the love at...momma told me ther'd be days like this |
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But i didn't listen |
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Never question the woman's intuition |
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My ambition is to give you what you missin |
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Sweet love |
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Take off your shoes, come and get your feet rubbed |
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Us in the tub |
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Taking bubble baths |
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That'll be the shit |
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Anybody that don't believe this can eat a dick |
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I think we soul mates |
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Cause we got so much in common |
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You make them hoes wait |
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When you find the proper woman |
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Then next to me |
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Put your head on my chest |
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Attraction stimulates me |
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But it's not all about sex |
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I respect you got a mind |
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And you... self sufficient |
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Opinonated... yet know how to listen |
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Now what's mine is yours |
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If i'm ballin' you ballin |
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'tell that other nigga |
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He can stop callin |
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'check this out |
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Chorus |
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*background* repeat |
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I want to be your man |
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*along with background* |
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I want to be your man baby |
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I'm talkin' about |
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Providing you with all of life's securities |
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I mean, i think the first step is |
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Going to pick out some rings |
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What you like |
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Baggets and pistol skirts |
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Can't i spend a night |
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Without giving you my answer tonight |
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Cause i gotta catch a early flight |
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What you yellin' about |
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The simple fact that i'm bailin' out |
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I'm makin' moves |
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My albums sellin' out |
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I need some affection |
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Love can't you teach me a lesson |
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I might be sittin' fat down here in texas |
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But the thugs ain't mean |
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So how deep is your love for me |
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How real do you cut for me |
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If the laws came and got me |
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How long would you be stuck with me |
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If not long then don't fuck with me |
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I want you down on my team |
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And support |
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When i'm tryin' to make my green |
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It's for real |
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I'll throw some karots in your ring |
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I'll make it last forever |
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Cause you know had that cash forever |
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We can ball till we pass together baby |
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Where the love at |
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Chorus |
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*along with background* |
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Yeah... that nigga lil' troy |
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Short stop records |
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Puttin' down like a g yo |
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That's how we get our groove on |
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Recognize the mobb |
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I bet you co-working star |
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When they see the flowers that i'm sendin' to your job |
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Read the cards |
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Stick it in your purse |
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Let's keep it rosey |
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Cause everybody so nosey |
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So you can't believe what people say |
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Misery, loves company tell them keep away |
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It'll be ok |
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If you trust in me to make it right |
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Before i hit you i'll freak ya |
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That's on my baby's life |
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Will you be my wife |
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Please take this ring |
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And a service to token |
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To make you realize baby i ain't jokin' |
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I'm coping |
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But my advisaries got me not |
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I need a god-fearing woman |
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Who understands my heart |
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Leave your baggage from past relationships |
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Out of the picture |
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I put my old flames out |
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I done changed |
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All of my digits |
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And that's real |
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Chorus |
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*along with background* |
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I want to be your man |
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Sober |
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Ain't really no need to question me |
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It'll make no difference to us |
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For my loyalty or my commitment life |
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You know my presence |
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But you alone |
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To let you know |
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You don't want to mess with me |
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You need to spend time with me |
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I bring the heat |
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You want to play |
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It ain't a thing to me |
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You say you changed |
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You look the same to me |
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Eat and ball too much |
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On the real, cause i done stall too much |
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Girl i want you all too much |
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Ain't no way in the world |
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Me and you can ball too much |
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Imagine having cabbage |
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Straight lavish |
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Friends wish they can have it |
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Cause i push a rolez, sip crystal glasses |
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I'm all wet |
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Don't listen to your friends about me cheatin' |
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They dont' know that |
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Your best friend want me |
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Tell that hoe that |
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For show that |
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You know she want the kids |
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You should have knew this |
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True this |
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Two real niggas left |
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I'm one of the fewest |
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Holla at me girl |
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I'm all this |
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We can do this |
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Do that love thing girl |
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So i can prove that |
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Chorus... till fade |
