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{Trey Songz} |
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Hey, Hey, we keepin it trill, samba baby |
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(Chorus) |
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If you need love I'm lovin' |
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If you need a thug I'm thuggin' |
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If you need a hustla whatever you need girl I'ma hold you down |
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Need a lil dough we flippin' |
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got somewhwere to go I'm whippin |
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be a love hustla whatever you need girl I'ma hold you down' |
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(Bun B) |
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Bun B the I'ma man amongst men |
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my chain is white gold my steel is tungsten |
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I'm made of tough skin you gon respect me (hold up) |
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Take mo then a average nigga to check me |
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I'ma rider 'til the wheels go bald and they blow out (damn) |
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One hundred and one percent G and its no doubt |
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That if you need a man to make you feel secure then baby |
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You ain't gotta look no more I got the cure |
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You want money and jewels (jewels) |
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You want clothes and cars (cars) |
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Wanna live VIP rubbin shoulders wit stars (stars) |
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Wanna fly in G4's (4's) or sail the seas |
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Then your wish is my command you can do what ya please (hey) |
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The lap of luxury is what you'll be layin in |
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Just respect the playa and the game that hes playin in (forreal) |
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I can show you a side of life you never seen (huh) |
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Cuz even the kid the trill need hisself queen |
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(Chorus) |
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(Mike Jones) |
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See all that listenin to them hoes in your ear gotta quit |
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I see they smile when I'm around when I leave they talk shit |
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They just mad cause I got you flippin jags poppin tags |
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Brand new clothes you can't tell by the tag |
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I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin |
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They just waitin on you to slip so I could leave yo ass with nathan |
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Then when I do that they gon back door and try to holla |
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Hopin I'ma do them like you and drop them off some dollars |
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But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road |
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I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll |
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But I ain't cause I can't afford to go back down that road |
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I'd rather stay on my J-O and stack a bank roll |
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But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown |
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Holla at me I'll be around (Mike Jones) |
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But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown |
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Holla at me I'll be around (Yea) |
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(Chorus) |
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I been puttin it down nigga and holdin my grounds nigga |
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From off the mound nigga we duckin them clowns nigga |
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Takin they crown nigga and shovin the town nigga |
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Rocks off the ground got the cush by the pounds nigga |
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Ankle blingin baby wrist on freeze |
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Got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths nigga |
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Hot girl nigga lovin the G |
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Keep the work under the seat she do it for me |
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Take a trip to port her off to the beach |
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Tell her homie hold it down cause we hustle to eat |
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And got me feelin like I lost my jones |
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I done lost my homes so H town is on |
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And nuttin change cause the palms got chrome nigga |
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Do this in the early cause we gettin it on |
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And baby girl you could shop alone |
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And fly the four to France and take a hundred bones |
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(Chorus) |