[bad word] 
 [bad word] here I’m about to take you higher
 We about to set this [bad word] on fire
 Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
 You might not be the one but you the one that I desire

 [bad word] here I’m about to take you higher
 We about to set this [bad word] on fire
 Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
 You might not be the one but hey…

 [Verse 1]
 Uh, what up girl, tell me how you feelin’
 You look sweet enough to make a n-gga need a filling
 If you gotta man, do that n-gga need a fill in
 She said looks kill and I’m tryin to make a killin’
 And God willing, I’d be chilling on the boat n-gga
 Love is a gamble, I ain’t dealin’ with no broke n-gga
 Down in Miami, with a super hoe team
 Tryin’ to bag a brother with a Super Bowl ring
 Down in Dallas at the All-Star game
 Spittin’ All-Star game
 Tryna get a n-gga with a all-star name
 Somethin’ like James, somethin like Wade
 If you somethin’ like paid, you can f-ck the night
 Yeah, she said f-ck some nice jeans
 What about your life savings, won’t spend our lives slavin’
 So she graduated, rich n-gga, wife training
 And if you got money man the head is amazing

 [bad word] 

 [Verse 2]
 What up girl, tell me how you been
 Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then,
 Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin
 But you done got thick on a n-gga, god [bad word] 
 Hey now got a thing for you
 Its been a long [bad word]  I should hang with you
 Cause see way back, I thought to f-ck with you was impossible
 Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 aint impossible
 Uh, you still got it though, yeah you still got it though
 Girl your body lookin’ like a f-ckin’ pot of gold
 You got your mean little walk with the model pose
 You got your head did, you got designer clothes
 You still got it though, yeah you still got it though
 You got your nails did, [bad word] girl your on a roll
 Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll
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 Don’t worry bout your man baby, he ain’t gotta know

 [bad word] 

 [Verse 3]
 Hey, I get bored so fast that they won’t last
 But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class
 Cause yo [bad word] got me fiending for ya so far
 My life is like a movie, would you be my co-star
 Like Halle Berry, your old n-gga act like a [bad word]  like Tyler Perry
 You caught him down in Memphis cheating like Calipari
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 I see you like to stay up on your ESPN
 If your mind is on  you must got ESP then
 Had a [bad word] on way back, I wasn’t VIP then
 But I was plotting on you, I really wish I had got to know you
 Before we grew up and I blew up with these benjamins
 That way I know for sure your love is really genuine
 Is you my homie, well show me what kind of friend you is
 Well if its phony your only cause I can get you ins
 Too late for turning back, f-ck it we continuing
 Get your [bad word] in that position i love to bend you in

 [bad word] 
 [bad word] here I’m about to take you higher
 We about to set this [bad word] on fire
 Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
 You might not be the one but you the one that I desire

 [bad word] here I’m about to take you higher
 We about to set this [bad word] on fire
 Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter
 You might not be the one but you the one that I desire
 [End]