| Make up, and break up, that's all we do | |
| Then we have sex, next thing you know | |
| Everything is cool | |
| Best of Both Worlds, holla at your boy | |
| Like we always do about this time, yeah | |
| I know what you doin' ma | |
| Tryin' to get in an argument with me | |
| So, I can do my mad thing | |
| You want me to do my mad thing | |
| I understand, c'mon | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| And somehow, it's the best, yes | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| And somehow, it's the best girl | |
| Think about it while the streets you roam | |
| It's Dom P and Army in the fridge, when you get home | |
| Sex is always better fresh off a vendetta | |
| We break up or break you off, then we right back together | |
| Then this brand new leathers and Caroline Aurera | |
| Marijuana, white wine, somewhere under the weather | |
| Like we sick, but we fine, shit, we couldn't feel better | |
| Just some sunshine in mind lookin' fine as ever | |
| Who got a mouth on her, woo, she put some words together | |
| Sometimes, make a nigga wanna leave, but when we make up | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| And somehow, it's the best, yes | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| And somehow, it's the best, girl | |
| Break up to make up, baby, seems that's all we do darlin' | |
| But no one wants to walk out the door, after all of the holla'n | |
| Cursing and fighting and me sleeping on the couch | |
| In the midst of our stormy weather, sex brings the sun out | |
| After I hit that there | |
| Seems we don't have a care | |
| Sex makes you say, I'm sorry | |
| And things like, I'm not goin' nowhere | |
| It's somethin' bout the P U S S Y | |
| That keeps brother in check, even I | |
| Even if you was a pimp, you couldn't survive | |
| Without the H E L P to provide you | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| Somehow, it's the best, oh, yeah, yeah | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| Think about it while the streets you roam | |
| It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home | |
| Remember that night? You was all like | |
| Maybe, we should go our separate ways for life | |
| I hit the lights, fit you tight at the lil' place, right | |
| I hit it, right, you look me right in the eyes like psych | |
| You was goin', through your act | |
| 'Til I caught you in the sack | |
| And I made you relax | |
| When I hit it hard from the back | |
| Yeah, now we back friends | |
| And the next time you need some sex counselin', we | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| And somehow, it's the best, girl | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| After we get through our duel | |
| Seems we're always arguing, but | |
| Right after the arguing, we have sex | |
| From the bathroom to the kitchen, we sex | |
| From the kitchen to living room, we sex | |
| From the living room to upstairs, we sex | |
| Upstairs to the attic, we sex | |
| Attic to the basement, we sex | |
| From the basement to the car garage, we sex | |
| Garage to the back of the Jeep, we sex | |
| Bicycle to the treadmill, we sex | |
| Even over by the dirty lawnmower, we sex | |
| The neighbors and the dogs are lookin' crazy, we sex | |
| I don't care, because you're my baby, we sex | |
| It's our house, and we can have sex | |
| Anytime we want to, we sex | |
| They can kiss my ass, because whoa ho ho | |
| Hey, L Don, you feel me? | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I feel you | |
| You and Jay crazy man | |
| But it's all good, let's go | |
| La la la la lah la la | |
| La la la la lah la la, sex | |
| La la la la lah la la | |
| La la la la lah la la, sex |
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