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If I was your man I wouldn't mind holding hands,
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Your wish is my command, Boo I got big plans,
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Anything you wanna do we can, damn,
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I'm saying call me when your boyfriend don't understand, yeah
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First off, I'm no sugar daddy, that's not my name shorty,
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Plus I'm no player, that's not my game shorty,
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I'm educated, Jugganaut is dedicated to bring relationships to
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elevated plateaus,
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I won't take you to no chateaus...or villas,
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Like them drug dealers but I can fluff your pillows,
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Plus give you back massages and corsages,
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The kids with the largest wallets be garbage,
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But for a minimal price I'll be nice,
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Adding some spice to your life and some free advice, think twice,
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Before you do the wild thing with niggas,
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Just 'cause you sipped some champagne with niggas,
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Sometimes it seems it's always the same with sistas,
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That's why niggas try to run game on sistas, but
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That's not my style, I'd rather see you smile,
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Take a step back from that buckwild profile,
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When you dial my digits I won't gas your head,
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If you don't want to be my lady, give me ass instead,
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But the look in your eyes tells me your dying for enjoyment,
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If you need a man, I'm applying for employment
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See, sometimes it seems I'm up against the Rockefellers,
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'Cause chicks are only jockin' fellas who got mozzarella,
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Lots of fellas clocking loot, only want to knock the boots,
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Shooting game at cute dames,
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Treat them like they're prostitutes, but,
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I'm not the usual suspect,
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Disrespect to get some sex doesn't appeal to women,
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My old man always told me keep it real with women,
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That honesty's the best way to deal with women, so from,
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The beginning I'm telling the truth,
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And even when I'm mad at you I'm not yellin' at you,
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I can't buy you Moschino 'cause I don't own a casino,
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Me and you can do our thing on the incognito,
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If you gotta man, hey, that's alright with me,
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He don't gotta know you spent the night with me,
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You got a right to be happy, let me pamper you,
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I got the answer to your problems, romancing you, uh
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See your man's out trickin' you don't know where he is,
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Come on by my crib, Boo we can take care of biz,
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We can keep it on the low like classified info,
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I got enough loving to satisfy nymphos,
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Pacify you slow with continuous sex,
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Make-you-sweat-like-we-working-out strenuous sex,
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Jumpin', these memories you can't replace those,
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Your man's insensitive, but I can't relate though, wait though,
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I won't provide your bashes blue,
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But if you need a friend I can keep you laughing, Boo,
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Crashing at your pad while we pass out puffing,
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Wake up at dawn to get my ass out hustling,
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Ain't you ready for a steady who's there when duty calls,
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Ain't you sick of all these niggas who making booty calls,
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You bad Boo, what you want me to do,
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I'll be glad to grab you,
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make your ex wish he still had you,
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(Chorus)2x
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If I Was Your Man
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| Jugga the Bully |
