| I can always tell when I’m getting close to you
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| From the way you talk and the smell of your sweet perfume
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| Maybe we can meet uptown at the rendezvous
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| And you know I’ll be right there in a minute or two
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| Politicking with this chick and wondering if I could pluck her wings
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| God, she looking good amongst other things
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| God is in my sense, some other shit that got em over me
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| , she ain’t afraid to dream
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| It could be the 'llusion of them angel wings
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| It could be a lil different if you opera sing
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| Off-white never sits solid
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| I said, yo town, baby, yo body
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| Give yo ass a cosign, looking like Halle
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| Take it to the south side, I’d like to hit parties with you
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| Yeah, you feel famous? |
| Shit, you should
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| Do that tonight, I know what’s good
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| I said, look, I said possibly I could be that nigga for ya
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| I know you real nasty, baby, sittin' on it
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| Take a hit of that (chh), that (chh)
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| That, that henney girl
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| Don’t you really want a nigga who gon' come and get it?
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| You ain’t fucking with it, ah forget it, jumping off the shitter
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| I rock with the best though
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| Best clothes, best style, best hoes
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| I can always tell when
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| From the way you talk and
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| It’s like baby, you want it? |
| Got it supplied for me
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| Your memories are like medicine, got you squirming, you need me
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| You hit the road like a motorcycle and drive it to me
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| Drive it to me, drive it to me |