Ain't no cure for this name that you put on me,
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Ain't no cure for this name that you put on me,
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You're the only thing that look good on me.
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On my way to the hopper to make a motion picture
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Three hundred foot boat, ocean from villa.
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Let's be fruitful and multiply,
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I'm looking at our future with a vulture's eye.
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Can't describe how it feels when I'm sitting here
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You're the one, we're the pair.
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Pushing in your lips, a¢æ?cause my drug is your kiss
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I'm pushing in your body, give you the feel that you need.
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Pushing in back door, on the elevator to the top floor.
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I'm pushing in, need to rush, the way that I'm in your body, the way your body touch.
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I need them not ten wife, and you were downtown, off the block, ought you off the tax.
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Long skirts and Channel all the tabs, got them been in a zone in the parking lot.
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Black diamond earrings, bootine wearing, Felanciago bags have my name in.
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Incline them a mourning to them lonely nights,
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Close my eyes, hear your voice through the stereo, like
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I'm nothing, but maybe I am, I applaud your existence, I've been knowing this thing.
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Pink lipstick, etcetera, holy matrimony, forever us.
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Pushing in your lips, a¢æ?cause my drug is your kiss
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I'm pushing in your body, give you the feel that you need.
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Pushing in back door, on the elevator to the top floor.
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I'm pushing in, need to rush, the way that I'm in your body, the way your body touch.
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You're the superstar queen,
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Can't nobody mess with our thing,
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Sitting in myself block I saw things,
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The young boys ain't what the boys is.
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You was made for the whole gun,
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Your skin complexion and your eye color
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Your Louis flats and your flat stomach,
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I might wanna make you my baby mother.
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a¢æ?cause, baby love, imma seen them all,
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R&B, actresses, pop, superstars,
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But none made me wanna give a ring,
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What's a man's world without a queen?
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Super Doll
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Shyne |