| Yo, imagine- imagine the shit
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| Drunk as hell and shit
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| And you going into a fuckin bar and shit
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| You stumbling over bitches and everything
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| Falling over everywhere, throwing up and shit
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| Yeah, ayy, yeah-ahh
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| C’mon, c’mon
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| Ahh-hyah!
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| I want all y’all people to feel what I feel
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| See, my momma taught me this shit!
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| And my daddy learned from my momma
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| Which is good! |
| Which is good-ahh!
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| Sweet sugar pie, oh I wish you were mine
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| Lookin' so good, like you know you should, yeah
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| And I- ayy, yeah, love you down, down baby
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| Oh my girlie, sweet my honey
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| You look so good to me
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| Love you down, all night long
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| Yeah, yeah, ahh!
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| Yeah, all night long
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| Yeah, yeah, ahh, all night long, girl
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| Sugar pie
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| Sweet oh-my-oh-my there’s no lie
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| I love you girl, love you, girl
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| Love you sweet pie
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| Yeah, yeah, ahh!
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| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me like this?
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| (Do you love this, girl?) I know you love me
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| I love you too!
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| Ahh, ha, ha!
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| (I'll let you know) I’m serious
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| I need to know that
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| I needs you to let me really know that
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| I said I’m serious, very, very serious
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| Aight, let’s go
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| Yeah, all night long
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| Yeah, yeah, ahh!
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| Ahh, ha, ha, yeah
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| It’s other groups that’s better than me like the Temptations
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| And you other, groups
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| From the Motown, Philadelphia, Atlanta
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| (This is dedicated to you)
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| And you others, better than me
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| Mrs. Jones, don’t feel disgraced baby
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| Because I love your soul your got it together type thing
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| Diana Ross
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| (See, I don’t say these things for myself)
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| Michael Jazzy-Jackson!
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| (Please understand or something)
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| No! |
| I’m the baddest, hip-hop man, across the world!
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| I don’t care, what you care, I just give, what you receive! |