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You know a lotta girls be...thinking my songs about them, but
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This is not to get confused, this ones for you...
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[Chorus]
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Baby you're my everything, you're all I ever wanted
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We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
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You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it
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I want this forever, I swear I could spend whatever on it
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Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
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When I get right I promise that we gone live it up
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She make me beg for it, till she give it up
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And I say the same thing every single time
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I say...
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You da fuckin' best [x4]
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You da best I ever had,
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Best I ever had [x3]
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I say you da fuckin'...
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Know you gotta roommate,
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Call me when there's no one there,
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Put the key under the matt and you know I be over there (Eeeup)
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I be over there, shawty I be over there
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I be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there
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And you don't even have to ask twice,
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You could have my heart, or we could share it like the last slice
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Always felt like you were so accustomed to the fast life
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Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life
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Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on
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That's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you don't take it wrong
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You don't even trip when friends say you ain't bringing Drake along
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You know that I'm working I be there soon as I make it home
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And she a patient in my waiting room,
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Never pay attention to the rumours and what they assume
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And until em' girls prove it, I'm the one that never get confused wit
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Cause,
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[Chorus]
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Sex, love, pain, baby I be on that Tank shit,
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Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disk
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Play my album, drop bitches will buy it for the picture
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And niggas will buy two and claim they got it for they sister
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Magazine paper girl but money ain't the issue
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They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial
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She call me the referee cause I be so official
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My shirt ain't got no strips but I can make your pussy whistle
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Like the Andy Griffin theme song,
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And who told you to put them jeans on
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Double cup love, you're the one I lean on
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Feeling for a fix, than you should really get your fiend on
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Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot
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Every single show she out there reppin' like a mascot
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Get it from the back and make ya fuckin' bra strap pop
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All up in your slot till a nigga hit the jack pot
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Baby you're my everything, you're all I ever wanted
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We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it
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You be up on everything, other hoes ain't ever on it
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I want this forever, I swear I could spend whatever on it
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Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
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When I get right I promise that we gone live it up
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She make me beg for it, till she give it up
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And I say the same thing every single time
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I say...
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You da fuckin' best [x4]
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You da best I ever had,
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Best I ever had [x3]
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I say...
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You da fuckin' best [x4]
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You da best I ever had,
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Best I ever had [x3]
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Uhh, ah yea
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See this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody
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Just make sure they that special somebody
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Young Money
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You know who you are, I got ya
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