[Rick Ross]
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I got her looking at me sideways
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Live every night like it’s a Friday
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My conversations are so monumental
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Licking on her ear, I’m whispering a couple riddles
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She fell in love with my technique
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I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
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We both coming from the same place
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All in her both coming at the same place
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Still on my dope boy swag
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Top down on my Cam’ron, Oh boy swag
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Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
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You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby
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[Chorus]
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You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right?
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Just can’t get it right
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Don’t know why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right
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No matter how hard we try
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Look, it’s hard to keep her
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But even harder to let her leave out
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She prolly playing X games since we hold the ski route
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You know that down hill, not even around still
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But call yourself a couple cause you love it sounds still feeling
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Chance that she’s listen
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So many stick days, might as well playing trippin
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Now it’s Mary J here got me here reminiscing
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A low key, hoping that her number’s still listen
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I’m thumbling, I love it, it must be what I’m sipping
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But it make me artist, and that explains drunk dialing I found in the morning
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Money longer, Britney grinding, it’s some proper…
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Double M, rich forever…doubt it
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[Chorus]
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Don’t know why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right
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No matter how hard we try
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She said it’s poetry the way we rap
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Our eyes connect, then our hearts lock
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She fell in love with my giddy back
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And how I jump out the chevy and make the city watch
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Covered in diamonds and the pretty watch
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We make time stop while we sit and talk
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Cause nothing else matters, we the hottest stars
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Champagne and platters, of that caviar
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We fine dine in that hood mix
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And made our way out the hood bricks
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And stay tight cause only so much
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Money could fits, so I join hands with you, as I dance with you
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As the can flicks,
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And Mary J … this
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[Chorus]
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You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right?
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Just can’t get it right
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Don’t know why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right
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No matter how hard we try
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She has …couldn’t get it right
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We fell like the perfect match
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But couldn’t get a light
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Cause everything we ever did felt like we did it twice
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Bad times, used to sip Sirrock and we was getting nice
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Getting right, times you left, you used to leave and call me back
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Used to be with all of that, but now I just be falling back
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She think that I shitted on it
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I like where the call is that
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Now she live that club life and she be where the balers at
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And I be in that phantom, looking at them
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They arguing and debating, I’m like look what I’ve created
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Feat Rick Ross, Wale, Stalley & Meek Mill
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And look what she just started, we landed in the pilots
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That we used to aim for love, but couldn’t hit the target
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Tearing friksies up a charimsatic 20 million on a villa, what’s illa
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We’re living, little boy’s gotta…
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Didn’t care, sure I snatched my girl a burkin bag
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Blowing kisses I’d be drugged up, y’all nigga got gwap
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Stay in your house when the block hot
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Making love that will not stop
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Bed sheets to the counter, top diamonds
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My baby down to rock
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[Chorus]
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You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right?
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Just can’t get it right
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Don’t know why, why, why?
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Can’t we get it right
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No matter how hard we try.
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Why (Remix)
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| Mary J. Blige |
