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(feat. Big Boi)
Buh chris brown
Big boi
Yea
Oh she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day I seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild reciever
But we don't play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon make it ball
On the real we need to nip this in the butt
Cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hatin(everybody's hatin)
It feels like they just waitin(for us to grow apart)
Yeayee
It's just hard for me to do
But baby if I'm your man
I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl
With curves and hips
Luscious lips
Girl I can't front now
I'm nervous
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up
That's why I gotta tell you
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me
And you'd be lucky too
No entourage
No crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don't think I'm replacin you
Girl know you know what I do
And I know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days
And decades to find another
Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up
That's why I gotta tell you
Now baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause I'm talkin to your father
Mr jones mr jones
I been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gonna be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause I'm talkin to your father
Mrs jones mr jones
I been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And I really like her
She gonna be my wifey
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Hold up
Hold up
That's why I gotta tell you now.
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light and proceed
Us together be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fella that's betta than your king
I ming go sing gon talk about goods
Who playin
But we can't have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that c.o. five and a half on they ass
Girl buy
Give it a try
Give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like in yours again
My top friend
Rock them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol google on a boss back
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up
That's why I gotta tell you now
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her
Hold up
Can I take her out
Hold up
That's why I gotta tell you now
Baby please
And she like me
And I really like her
Baby please
She gonna be my wifey
Baby please
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