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[8 Yeah.. talkin 'bout, what'chu think you doin? Why you out, where you think you goin? You actin like you didn't, you knew I was doin 3 o'clock in the mornin, you knew I was goin Straight to my spot, a loft in the Stopped and picked up somethin pretty on the freeway suckin You in the bed sleepin, I that I was workin You when you see me but inside you was hurtin The and the clothes, whatever that you asked me I was care of you, I thought that you was happy Out of town, 'round, all-star, Superbowl A-T-L, Magic City, tippin big dick Panties on the back seat, I don't know whose that is Condoms and phone numbers, I know whose shit that is F'real, you know when I realized that I was When I wrote the words to song
[Chorus: singer] Just me why baby, did I ever did I ever did I ever let you go baby Cause I love you I love you cause I really love you so baby Baby, woo - it's the very last that I'll let you down I won't make the mistakes again
Yeah, since way back I was a mag-a-net for women And brought up in the city where exercise their pimpin I fight temptation daily, I be in Paris chillin With somethin young, eager talent, they and willin I get a lot of phone numbers but don't call 'em Unless I hit 'em just to let 'em know I'm out here I know you picture me, laid up with these other Most of the time I'm not, I get 'em Who was that woman lookin at me up in in the sexual fantasy, her drawers hot But back to the subject, the I really loved it Mental, emotional, couldn't put nothin it But every stone you had to touch it Rolled 'em over, look what you found, now you But I leave, look me in my eye cry, never lie..
[8 You and me, full of that, sticky weed and You like how I lick it then, put the up in your back There you go, 'bout, what you know, who done said that they saw me some-where with one of yo' friends Did you see me do it NO, do you know that shit fo' Who you gon' believe me, or them ol' hoes Daaaamn, I think of all the shit I put you This a lonely and, sometimes I be missin you
I got a tank of gas to burn up, turn up the Baby hit your girls, go tell 'em get ready to go We headed fo', somewhere, tucked in and low key No interruptions, no phones, no tee-vee Just you and me, sippin up on Hennessy Makin sure we finish the whole, cup to the end it be meant to be between us and even though you saw the in my Beamer..
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