| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby (No more)
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby (No more)
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| Where you from, who you with?
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| Yeah, I know that (Yeah, I know that)
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| Yeah, them other niggas
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| They gon' make you fall back (Make you fall back)
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| On the real, I can tell you don’t like that (You don’t like that)
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| Real nigga from the field, you can feel that
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| As long as you stay true, I’ll be so into you
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| Deep in, then down, you feel I can be something real
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby (No more)
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby (No more)
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| So now, now, now that I’m here in the flesh
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| Been down for your love until there is nothing left
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| I’ll rub your body, there’s no need to stress
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| 'Cause I’m here to cater to you (I'm here to cater to you)
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| You know I hold it, the realest that’s around
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| I hold the crown, baby, I hold you down
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| Say my name, just say my name
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| It ain’t a thing, baby, I’ll do my thing
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| I know you searchin', you’ve been lurkin'
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| And I ain’t perfect, but oh-so worth it
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| Overtime, I’ve been puttin' work in
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| And one thing’s for certain
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby (No more)
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby (No more)
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| I’ve done been through hell, baby, I done made it out
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| I’ve done been through the rain, even though it was a drought
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| All the real one shinin' through the clouds
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| All my real ones, shine on me, looking down
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| I was solo, in my space ship
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| Yeah, I’m alone, cut all the relations
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| Had to cut them niggas 'cause I know that were not real to me
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| Supposed to be my brothers possed to drill and feel with me
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| All this bitches stayin' when they see that you up
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| All this bitches switchin' up and quick to let you fuck
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| I’ve been lookin' for the real one, I hope you can be the real one
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby
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| Know you searchin' for a real one
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| Know you lookin' for a real one
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| But you ain’t gotta look no more, baby (No more)
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| You ain’t gotta search no more, baby (No more) |