[Syleena Johnson:]
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If, only you knew
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How much I do
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Do love you
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Love you...
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[Verse 1: Twista]
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Tryin' to think about the way I wanna hold ya
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Tryin' to think about the way I wanna freak ya
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Cause I really wanna see ya, get'cha mind over
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How them bogus ass men can treat'cha
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You should be dressed in the freshest of clothing
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While I'm dro blowin', twenty-four's rollin'
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Girl I feel like you the one that should be chosen
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Tints like foldin', fingers are frozen
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Cause you kept a nigga floatin', plenty deep throatin'
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Gone off of that "Love Potion"
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Hit it from the back in "Slow Motion"
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And you hold up a pack while I'm "Posted"
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So I gotta keep you up to par, cause baby girl you a star
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I'm a hit'chu with some ends
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And match yo rims, the same color as yo car
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Cause you gave me a place where I could lay my head at night
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And you fed me right, when I got in trouble with the law
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You bonded me out when they read me my rights
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Even if we have a fight, it's you, and only you
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Twista with Do or Die, when I flow about you and I, girl
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I'm in love with you, and only you
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[Hook:]
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[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
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[Twista:] If only you knew
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[S.J.:] How much I do
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[Twista:] How much I really do
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[S.J.:] Do love you
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[Twista:] Love you, cause you got my back
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When I do my thang, help me get on my feet
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[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
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[Twista:] If only you knew
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[S.J.:] How much I do
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[Twista:] How much I really do
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[S.J.:] Do love you
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[Twista:] Love you, cause you got my back
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And you give me that scratch, and ya throat go deep
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[Verse 2: N.A.R.D.S]
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I could never stop hustlin', and bustin', and rustlin'
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And duckin' them po-po's, goin through the same thang
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I figure niggas and triggas get put through the same game
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Get the money, the fame, remain, pain, cane
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Try to focus on my main frame, get my name in the big time
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Flip a couple of ki's and, if I'm bogus, I'm bogus from keepin' my focus
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A nigga went to entrepreneur to get my portion
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Avoid nigga like abortion, lookin' for more endorsements to put my hand on
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Grin on, bad bitches to bend on, depend on
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If I don't catch the paper chase syndrome
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Sittin' my girl on, to kick a little somethin' bout a meal ticket
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Gotta stay wicked, don't rub my hand across a meal ticket
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Like a field cricket, will kick it
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But we gotta stay on the learn, not to burn paper
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Baby now you gotta throw me a lic, hit the shops and then we jump out quick
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To the Benz, then we out by six, if you lookin' for my Adisas's
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I'm a give it to you baby so get cool
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You gotta deal with the bullshit and the full clip
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That's how this life here GOES, if it's not cocaine my FLOWS
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Will get'chu through the DOORS
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[Hook:]
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[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
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[Twista:] If only you knew
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[S.J.:] How much I do
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[Twista:] How much I really do
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[S.J.:] Do love you
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[Twista:] Love you, cause you got my back
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When I do my thang, help me get on my feet
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[S.J.:] Ohh if, only you knew
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[Twista:] If only you knew
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[S.J.:] How much I do
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[Twista:] How much I really do
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[S.J.:] Do love you
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[Twista:] Love you, cause you got my back
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And you give me that scratch, and ya throat go deep
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[Verse 3: Belo]
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When I know that giiirls, all don't cum the same
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But Belo, giiirls, stays on top of her game
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And I love it when she call my name (Belo)
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And she love it when I twerk that thang
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And I love it when she give me scratch
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From the one of my new Maybach
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Cause she's my perfect match, never met a girl like her before
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When I was down and out, she never let my pockets hit the floor
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You can roll me a b' to the head, I'm gon' spit the truth, Church
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I could buy a 745, but I prefer the coupes
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[Verse 4: Syleena Johnson]
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Baby boy if you only knew, how much that I really love you
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Ain't nobody quite like you, nobody do me like you do
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Through all that we've been through, still do anything for you
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Cause you're my baby boo, and if you only knew
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Even off up in these streets, you still come home to me
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Give all your love to me, take care of all my needs
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You're everything to me, my king and I'm you're queen
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You're ghetto bride-to |