| CLDGME
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| Came to give it to you how you like it
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| I know, baby
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| Owwww
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| A bad jawn, looking like Yvette Michelle, yo
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| Bag is Chanel, it matches her scent
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| Love the way you stroll, your presence’s alluring, it’s gold
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| Type of girl I seek my goals with, shit, you got it
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| Sending flowers anonymous, best believe that I copped it
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| Cuz we got something in common, we on some Whitney & Bobby
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| You play Camille & I’m Cosby, fuck a mickey
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| Multiple hickeys between the sheets on some Isley
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| If you hit me up, I’m gonna come thru
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| If you hit me up, I’m gonna come thru
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| If you hit me up, I’m gonna come thru
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| If you hit me up, I’m gonna come thru
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| Hotel accommodations, rose pedals to
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| Accentuate the situation, strip you naked
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| Playing «Ain't No Nigga», as I lay my tongue upon your nipple
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| I’m tryna make you crippled, baby, listen
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| Cuz you ain’t tripping when I roll my swisher
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| You let me do me, no need to do the third degree
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| I’m here for all your needs, whatever you need
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| Your air’s what I breathe, I need it
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| I’m trying to formulate a fetus, a little Phoenix
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| Shit, tell me is you down, down to go a couple rounds with you, word
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| You know, whenever you call
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| I ain’t never too far
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| It ain’t nothing at all
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| Just come through when you’re done
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| I like to say I’m the one
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| That you call when you need a little more than having your fun
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| All of the bottles is popped, a bunch of nights you forgot
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| All you want is a pot on the stove & somebody who knows
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| How you like it with the lights off
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| You prefer the real cuz you like your ass soft
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| So if that means having imperfections, you see it as a blessing
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| And don’t try to correct it |