Know you been mad at me | I ain't trippin', girl, it's all love | Got me stressin' when I see you in the club drinkin' '42 like it's nothin'
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Know you been mad at me | I ain't trippin', girl, it's all love | Got me stressin' when I see you in the club drinkin' '42 like it's nothin'
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Know you been mad at me I ain't trippin', girl, it's all love Got me stressin' when I see you in the club drinkin' '42 like it's nothin' I been watchin' you and I can't take no more I'ma give you what your body's been waitin' for So if you wanna get sex, turn around (turn around) I'll let you throw that ass up and down (up and down) Come on Girl, I know I wanna see you naked, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Yeah, you know, you know I just can't take I can't take it no more Let your panties hit the floor Put your hands on the door right now (right now) It seems like you ready So come on Now, girl, you know, you know I just can't take I can't take it no more Guilty if I love you was a crime (you) Guilty, I knew that pussy was all mine (you) Guilty for tellin' you we have more time (you) Guilty for believing all the signs Pushin' that pussy all in my face, I wanna grab it You're like my favorite car, I wanna gas it She put that grip on mine, I call her gadget Nah, nah, nah, nah, we fight (fight) We fuss, we fight (fight) You cuss, I cuss, we - my life (life) You really bust my lies (my lies) For what? Some likes, I'd like to think that we better than that But I know you like that make-up sex Don't nothin' get you wetter than that (oh, oh) When I raise my voice (you moist) But I make a point (it'll make you cry) So when you come home Slammin' them doors, packin' up clothes (why? Why?) It's 'cause you need some me and I got you I'm your lover, I'm your homie I'm your twin, I'm your partner, not your problem We break up, then make up (baby) Then hang out, then hang up (baby, why?) We lay down, then lay up (why?) Guilty if I love you was a crime (you) Guilty, I knew that pussy was all mine (you) Guilty for tellin' you we have more time (you) Guilty for believing all the signs Pushin' that pussy all in my face, I wanna grab it You're like my favorite car, I wanna gas it She put that grip on mine, I call her gadget (whoa, oh, oh) Pretty, pretty pink pussy Pretty, pretty pink pussy Pretty, pretty pink pussy (I say I want, I want, I want) Pretty, pretty pink pussy (pink)
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