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Yeah. Mhm. You know I had to make a song for you baby
Tan skin slim waist with a nice face You the type that look good on your worst day
You the type I wanna take back to my place You the type I wanna, you the type I wanna
Tan skin slim waist with a nice face You the type that look good on your worst day
You the type I wanna take back to my place You the type I wanna, you the type I wanna
Aye, baby, you be killin' em You got a roster, but I know that you ain't feeling' em
Why? Cause you callin' my phone, sayin' you miss me And when you with me, you just wanna get busy
You the wifey type, you far from a groupie Baby so bad, she belong up in a movie
Is you simple, is you bougie, want drinks in a jacuzzi, Do you kickback watch a movie?
Let me know it's all groovy shit I mean gravy, fallin' for you, maybe
You the type that's so bad, I might just slip and have a baby
Shit, I'm one Call away, baby, no Chingy Missionary, why? Cause your face so pretty!
Hey, hey, mommy, tell me what you like baby Do you believe in horoscopes? Cause I don't baby
I'd rather know if you loyal or you not baby, I'd rather know you're getting money or you broke baby
I feel like 50, I'ma get rich or die tryin, I met you out the blues, but I don't question God's timin
Live with me and like nephy, baby we big timin, Live with me and like nephy, baby we big timin