(feat. Big Boi)
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[Intro:]
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this sounds like an elevator music
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Chris Brown
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Big Boi
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Yeah
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[Big Boi Rap]
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Hook, line, and sinker
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I knew she was mine the day I seen her
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Got a big mouth bass
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On the line
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It's time for me to retrieve her
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And go get her like a wide receiver
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But we don't play no ball
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See when it comes to you babygirl,
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B.B. don't play at all
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[Verse 1 (Chris Brown):]
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On the real we need to nip this in the bud
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'cause we kept it real with everyone
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So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating)
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It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart)
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Yeah
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it's just hard for me to do
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But baby if I'm your man
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I guess I gotta be a man
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These men just gotta understand
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Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
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Girl I can't front now
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I'm nervous
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[Chorus:]
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I'm like hold up
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Wait, wait a minute
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I'm genuine with it
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I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
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I'm like hold up
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Can I talk to her?
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Hold up
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Can I take her out?
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Hold up, uh
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That's why I gotta tell you
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[Verse 2 (Chris Brown):]
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Now a days is so crazy
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Out here
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You'd wanna be cutting me
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If your daughter struts with me
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Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
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No entourage, no crew
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Just me riding with my boo
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I got her
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But don't think I'm replacing you
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Girl know you know what I do
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And I'm a major minor
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It'll take days and days and decades to find another
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Dude, that's gonna walk in my shoes
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And girl keep it one with you
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As long if you do the usual
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[Chorus]
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Now baby please
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Hang up the phone
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'cause I'm talking to your father
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Mr Jones, Mr Jones
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I've been talking to your daughter
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And she likes me
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She told me she likes me
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And I really like her
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She's gonna be my wifey
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I say, baby, please
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Hang up the phone
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'cause I'm talking to your father
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Mr Jones, Mr Jones
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I've been talking to your daughter
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And she likes me
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He told me she likes me
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And I really like her
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She's gonna be my wifey
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[Chorus]
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[Big Boi Rap]
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Now is the time for me to come clean
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Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
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And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
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And you'll never find another fellow that's better than your king
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Know what I mean, know what I'm saying, know what I'm talking about, girl who is playing?
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But we can't have no picket fence 'cause we got acres and acres of land
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The haters are taking it mad
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That we can handle these fakers with class
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Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
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Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance
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Ever since you landed in my space it seems like I'm yours again
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My top friend, drop them
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We don't need no audience
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Popping
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For approval or applause, not them
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[Chorus]
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I'm like hold up
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Wait, wait a minute
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I'm genuine with it
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I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
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I'm like hold up
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Can I talk to her?
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Hold up
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Can I take her out?
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Hold up, uh
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That's why I gotta tell you
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Baby, please
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And she likes me
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And I really like her
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Baby, please
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She's gonna be my wifey
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Baby, please
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Hold Up
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| Chris Brown |
