(feat. Devin the Dude)
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[Talking:]
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[Saigon:]
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Yo shorty, let me get it in
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Let me touch it then, let me touch it.
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[Girl:]
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No
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[Saigon:]
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Why you acting like that shorty?
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You been fucking around for a while
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You know what I'm saying
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Let me stick the head in
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[Girl:]
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No
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[Saigon:]
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Check,
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Shorty was a sweety, beleive me she was a darling
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Even come cook up some grub, when I was starving
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Never interuped the thug, she said pardon
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Only 18, and still was fucking with Marvin
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Her mother was a schoolteacher, her father was a sergeant
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Them chickens in the club, my baby be out joggin'
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Would even go as far, as giving the god noggin'
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But when it came to the coochie, she just would not bargain
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Did it all, takin' her shoppin', the ice department
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Even put shorty up in a real nice apartment
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Would come over at night sometime, with some roses and white wine
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Tryin' to create the right time
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For her to give me some behind, let me get it in
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I know if I hit it once, she gon' want me to hit again
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But she sayin' she tryin' to use discipline
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I said look lil' mama, your not listening
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Go head
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[Devin:]
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If your in love with me
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And I'm in love with you
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Then it's alright for us to do what the lovers do
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Just follow my lead
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I'll show you what to do
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Cus' I know cuttin' is something your accustomed to
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[Saigon:]
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They say I gotta put a ring on her finger
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Before I ding-a-ling her
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I understand but the man ain't tryin' hear
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My brain wanna shake her mother's hand
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My dick wanna hit her father with a car, just for doing his job
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Shit was coming so much of a problem god
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Was stressin' me like them white broads, that seen me in Entourage
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Seen what's in the car garage, shit is a mess
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Brand new CLS, dressed up
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I funkflex
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That's besides the point, nigga I'm stressed
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Either she give me some sex,
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Or this relationship is put to a rest
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Rather leave her than do her dirty son, this birdies the best
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I had to show that respect,
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She didn't deserve less
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Step 2, I'm like boo either we do what it do
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Or you can give me the keys to the view cus' we through
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She started cryin' like, how could you do
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As I turned to walk away, I heard a soft voice come out the blue, say
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[Hook: Girl]
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After all the time you needed me
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How could you just turn and leave me here
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Never to look back and see me
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Didn't you swear that you would treat me fair
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[Saigon:]
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Yeah, but I was lyin' yo
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And I ain't no thundercat
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The skirt you got on mami, I want what's up under that
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The shirt you got on boo boo
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I want what's up under that
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I wanna see your booty, get do to do the thunderclap
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[Chorus]
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[Hook: Saigon]
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Boo, boo, (Yeah)
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I know you thinkin' I'm a foul type man
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But I ain't really seeing how I can't
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When I'm just trying to get my nuts out the sand
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Without my hand
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Boo, Boo
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I know you think I'm a rude type dude
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Spend all my money at the Moulon Rouge
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Laying up with some shorty cute like you
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But nah I'm [?]
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Doing this for guess who
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Yes,
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Yes,
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Yes,
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[Talking: Girl]
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I don't know what else to say
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I mean, what you want me to say?
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[Saigon:]
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Say Yes Bitch
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C'mon
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[Chorus]
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What The Lovers Do
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