| Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
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| Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
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| Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on that cakie
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| Get your Gucci bag steppin' outta Macy’s with mad flavors
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| La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh
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| Hey, excuse me
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| Excuse me, love, can I have a word wit’chu?
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| La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh
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| Not to be rude though, you know, I mean I just seen’t you
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| I just… you know
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| Miss lady, how you feelin'?
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| Can I have five seconds of your time?
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| I know this gonna sound like a line
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| But you the most beautifulest thing I seen all week
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| And I don’t even know your name or how you speak
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| I won’t forgive myself or cook me dinner
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| But I’ll do it all for you if you give me a chance, boo
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| Come on now, we can spend Arabian Nights
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| I could take you to my mosque and we can pray all night
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| We could speak for hours, I admire your beauty
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| Smell your scent from across the room, it’s so fruity
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| That Bath and Body Works, that hazelnut vanilla
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| I could fly you from across the country to Coachella
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| Couple massages, glass of wine in the sauna
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| I could walk you through my farm with trees of marijuana
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| We can laugh 'til the sun go down at dusk
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| All you gotta do is be honest and love our trust (Love our trust)
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| Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
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| Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
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| Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie
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| Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy’s, yeah
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| These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah
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| Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it
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| La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh
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| Beef? |
| You know we gon' walk up out it, yeah
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| Swagger, don’t let me bring New York up out it, yeah
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| First class to the Bahamas, we was last at Benihana’s
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| Sippin' Sake, sippin' properly while laughin, «Hahahahaha»
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| Girls don’t bring no drama to my baby mama, uh-uh-uh
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| The entourage awaited while I ate it like a Baklava
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| Sometimes you my psychiatrist, others my philosopher
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| Feelings in my heart as deep as Phantom of the Opera
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| Heal me wit’cho cookin', you can be my doctor, herbalist
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| But I’ma be the one to keep you calm when it’s turbulence
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| We was buyin' hella houses, we was territorial
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| Give you a tutorial, teach you somethin' historical
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| Tourin' through the Matrix, we was Neo and the Oracle
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| Watchin' sunsets on the beach, that’s adorable
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| But oral deep and she was wetter than the coral reef
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| Scuba dive up in her raw and then she’ll snore asleep
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| You my wavy lady, but really, you make me crazy
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| If we stay another day, we gon' make another baby, yeah
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| Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
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| Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
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| Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie
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| Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy’s, yeah
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| These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah
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| Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it
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| La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh
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| Beef? |
| You know we gon' walk up out it
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| Swagger, don’t let me bring New York up out it
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| Hey yo, I’m laid back, peepin' honey she doin' the most (Uh huh)
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| My headphones pumpin' that «Cherchez LaGhost» (Yeah)
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| My eyes all red from the garlic I smoked (Smooth)
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| I move, grabbin' her by her waist, I’m kissin' her cheek (Uh)
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| Yo, I was savage with my shit, nah, I ain’t even speak (Yeah)
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| She wit' me right now, she been wit' me for a week (Week)
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| And ladies love 'Donna mic, the way that I teach (Teach)
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| Other cats give 'em dust and be feedin' 'em Anthrax (C'mon)
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| I cuddle wit' 'em, cook for 'em, buy 'em they land back (Yeah)
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| Hold 'em by the hand, kiss 'em and walk wit' 'em (Uh)
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| I love 'em up, I sit down and I talk wit' 'em (Yeah)
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| Travel 'round the world then I’m back to New York wit' 'em (Na'mean?)
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| Now all the fly ladies hold me tight when I’m fuckin' (Fuckin')
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| They hold me tight and suck my neck when I’m bustin' (Bustin')
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| My game is good but my rap is disgustin' (Disgustin')
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| I’m fuckin' chicks while I’m trapped in production (Production)
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| Hey miss lady, maybe you can have my baby
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| Nice long flight, first class, out to Haiti
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| Even bake you cookies, throwin' frosting on the cakie
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| Gucci bags, mad flavors, steppin' outta Macy’s, yeah |
| These fake niggas like to talk about it, yeah
|
| Celebrate, we could pull a cork up out it
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| La-la-la-la la-la-la, ooh, ooh
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| Beef? |
| You know we gon' walk up out it
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| Swagger, don’t let me bring New York up out it
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| Right about now the subject is the real hip-hop
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| You know what I’m sayin', yo, why y’all comin' bum-rushin' my spot, homes?
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| Know what I’m sayin'?
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| And thank you because now it’s star time
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| Introducing, ladies and gentlemen, the young man that’s had over 35 soul
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| classics
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| (Big Daddy Kane)
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| I remember when I first tried to holla
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| When I was a just a shorty and I always tried to follow
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| You out the park gyms on a hot summer day
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| Never thinkin' you was gonna ever run away
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| You ran with a lot of cats, solo to a crew
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| But the whole thing about it, no one told you what to do
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| Independent like Destiny’s Child but just in a while
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| I started seein' everyone addressin' you foul
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| Watch 'em all take a piece of, lyin' then deceit ya
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| A routine procedure of a musical geisha
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| And now you got accepted, it’s runnin' your life
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| And got you turnin' tricks, minus none of 'em wife
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| You don’t wanna be trife, you just tryin' just to be
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| What you like a mystery 'cause he don’t know your history
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| It’s kinda sad to see what money did to ya
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| I wish that we could take it back to the way I knew ya
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| Baby, I’ve done it again
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| Ooh baby, I’ve done it again |