Okay my game tight My game right
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Don't even know her name until I know her taste right.
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I said my game tight My game tight
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Don't even know her name until I know her taste right.
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Passion that she's asking for Her man always slacking, no?
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That why when he outta town I make sure she is not alone
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That's when she gon hit my phone and tell me what's been goin on
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Tell me whats been on her mind and I'm inclined to know some mo'
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Tired at her normal seat 9 to 5 is all it be
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Cubical small as shit and coworkers is talkative
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(?) don't call the crib boyfriend on that jealous shit
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He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
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But Friday night she gon make him babysit we gon blow that haze a bit
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And get away from all of it See it's not right
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But it's okay you see our love is just not the same
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Cause any woman lacking love deserves is entitled to a get away.
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[Chorus]
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[Skit]
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Good love then I can do that for her
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I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her
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It's temporary lust you need an in showing
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And for the time being lets me in love with the moment
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Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
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Im just tryna poker face that's why I got my hand in
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Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like Monday night at magic
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Like a (Gigi mcguire?) now let me up inside
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I give you that massage good hygiene is required ion want no dirty junk
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I just want a girly girly that own a rack of Jordan but don't sport em cause she love her pumps
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Give my love to no one else kiss that cookie til it melt I am going underwater...micheal phelps
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Do it til I'm tired or your homegirl can provide the help or you can be ms independent make that movie by yourself
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[Chorus]
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The Trip (Downtown)
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