(feat. Jay Townsend & Emanny)
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[Intro - Joe Budden - talking]
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This goes out to you (you, you)
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This goes out to you (you, you)
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This goes out to you and you and you
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You know who you are
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This goes out to you (you, you)
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Ta ha, this goes out to you (you, you)
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And you (and you)
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[Verse 1 - Joe Budden]
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Check it, baby, sweetie, lady, darling
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It don't (what?), get no better than this
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And I know, guys'll go to any measure to hit
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But I hope, you don't use that as a measurin stick (uh)
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They priorities is off, busy treasurin whips
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I just like the opportunity of pleasurin miss
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Since I never met another that get wetter than this
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Anytime I'm on tour, you'll forever be missed (talk to her)
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'Cause I knew she was a fantasy dream
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Every Sunday all she worried about is her fantasy team
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And anytime shorty speed past, in that E-Class
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Body so sick, that I always want a tea bag
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So I spend, hit a mall, maybe SoHo
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'Cause how she blessed me, swore her jaw broke though
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Her sex to me's like a midnight ecstasy
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So the bar could be closed as long as she next to me
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[Chorus - Emanny & Jay Townsend w/ ad libs]
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Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
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Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
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Ooh baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
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Let's stay love drunk, let's stay love drunk
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See baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
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Baby I'm tipsy, so let's stay love drunk
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Ooh baby I'm tipsy for you, yeah, so let's stay love drunk
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Let's stay love drunk, let's stay love drunk
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[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
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Check me out now, check it, see the beauty of it all is (what?)
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We could both have whoever we please but um
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We'd only be foolin ourselves (why?)
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'Cause it seems without each other we would never be pleased
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It's much more than her body though I value her waist
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See shorty knows the value of space, she don't crowd me (nah)
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Open-minded, know she don't got all the answers
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When we hit the strip club, she tippin all the dancers
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I'm tryin to show you things that you ain't used to (uh)
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Talkin waterfront villas out in Saint Lucia (uh)
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Turn our cells off, nothin else matters
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Took it slow but it couldn't of happened any faster (faster)
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See she don't go through the phone (uh)
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She say if that's necessary than she'd rather be alone
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Can tell she for real by the sound of her tone
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Shorty grown, no chaser, she got me in the zone
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Verse 3 - Joe Budden]
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Uh, best part about it all, it's not difficult
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You such a standout, nowhere near typical
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Plus you let me be my own individual
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You know if you support me, you'll get every residual
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And when girls try to tell you that I'm cheatin (what?)
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You agree sayin they don't know the half (why?)
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'Cause how I got shorty, it ain't even fair
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Know it all adds up, they can't seem to do the math (nah)
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[Break - Emanny]
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No Henn' or glass of RosA¨Ï (RosA¨Ï)
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Could make my world spin around just like you do
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They just don't taste the same
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Got me buzzed off the love you gave (ya gave)
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No way I see straight after one sip from you, oh
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[Chorus w/ ad libs until the end]
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Tipsy
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Joe Budden |