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Intro:
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I want you
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I got to have you
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But what will this lead to?
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Will it just be me and you?
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Tell me.... you know I want you
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Tell me how you feel....
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Verse One: MJG
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I'll be obliged
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if you step outside
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because my ride is awaitin
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our date an
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of steak an
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a night cap
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we matin
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awakin
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by smells of perfume that I inhale
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and then tell how well we raise hell on the dizzell
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satin sheets
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heat from your feet keep me warm
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The mood is perfected by sounds from the storm
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You came stronger
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I lasted longer
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Than I've ever lasted
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your mouth was fantastic
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the fuck test
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you passed it
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the way you made a nigga laugh
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I had to getcha
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and when I saw that ass pass
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I had to hit cha
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ya makin me fight against my will
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What must I do?
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[Would ya kill for me?]
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Ya if my life in danger too
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[Even steal for me?]
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Ya if that shit belongs to you
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[Then feel for me?]
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Ya if the way you act is true
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Who knows
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fine clothes
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Lexus doors you'll be closin
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when you become one of the chosen
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hoes in different places
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different faces
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different cases
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got me tied like shoe laces
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no mistake this MJG
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you ain't gotta be
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constantly tryin to shoot that P
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claimin that you ain't heard of me
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keepin it real
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let me know how you feel when we communicate
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We'll be straight
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if you express your mind
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instead of referring away
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some who can't do it
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lose women
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but nigga like me used to it
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Space Age Pimpin'
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Chorus:
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New day, new age
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Every once in awhile this is how we slang our game
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New day, new age
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Nothin is too strong
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New day, new age
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when settin it out is all we straight to do
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New day, new age
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Just me and you, just me and you
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Verse Two: Eightball
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You and I, me and you
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situation gettin sticky
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your mouth is sayin no
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but your body's sayin stick me
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lick me
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don't be afraid of what your friends say
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rappers get dat ass
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then be outta here like yesterday
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but not tonight
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you look so tight
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it feels so right
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this indo got me pervin
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let's go hop in my Suburban
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and ride til we get to where you want to be
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no matter how far
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just call me Oball baby
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to me your the superstar
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ask me time and time again why did I choose you
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Do I wanna be your man or just misuse you
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I hear your partners dissin'
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when they think I ain't listenin'
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them hoes just be wishin
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they could be in yo position
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wit me in luxury
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I got to be everyday
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chief in hey would somethin stout wearin lingerie
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Let's hit the hotel
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get a suite
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an order somethin to eat
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tell me things about you
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I'll tell you things about me
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then out the blue I'll be carressin you
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undressin you
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You start doin all shit you said you'd never do
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lustin bustin all out of my boxer drawers
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fingers dripping slippin in an out in an out
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constantly tellin me the things you don't do
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Yet you do it like a pro and think I don't know
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but I do that's why I'm here wit you and you know this
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slip on the latex
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and dive in
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SWISH!
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Chorus
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Outro:
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Hey...
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please come back to me baby don't ya leave...
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[shhhh... don't do that]
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you know I want cha, you know I gotta have you...
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[Ya, I know but I got to go]
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I want cha please come back to me...
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[Damn, you makin it hard for a nigga to leave, don't do that]
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Don't cha leave, don't cha leave, don't cha leave
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[I got to go, I got to get up an go]
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I want you, I want you
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[I think I want this baby]
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Space Age Pimpin
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Eightball & MJG |