She said I got a wild side
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I told ¡®er I¡¯m from Brooklyn on that wild side
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I'm cold hearted but got heated beef
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She said it¡¯s cold I told her hop up in this heated seats
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It¡¯s not to put at Mr. Chance
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Anything with wedding vows she was worth a smile
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And all men ain¡¯t dogs though
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Just the cards I was dealt, it¡¯s the arms due
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But lemme take ya mind off that
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Bump some al Green and we can sip some wine off that (Thirstayy)
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Shotgun with the blunt
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Then we go hit the moon cop whatever we want (His and hers)
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I¡¯m the one that you needed
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I¡¯m the one that you call when you late and aint bleedin¡¯ (it's mine)
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Oh when you sad, you grievin¡¯
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When you tip the wrong hands and this bust up some sleeves
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She know I ain¡¯t one of them niggas that be blowin¡¯ them kisses
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After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
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Put my hand on my drawers
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Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
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Bitch pullin¡¯ my chain
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Ride ¡®er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing
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Couldn¡¯t never feel the same, fuckin¡¯ with the maids
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I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu
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But she said I¡¯m such a pretty boy
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And I¡¯m known to buy expensive pretty toys
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Deep inside I¡¯m such a city boy
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So I take her on trips and let the chicken joy (Willy Wonka)
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And she was happy with a code C
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Where we¡¯re from we just happy if the code Cheap
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I need a girl to keep me warm in this cold street
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good girl, know how to hold heat (RRRRR-RRR)
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I call you bitch, I mean no harm by it
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them shoes and bags on your arm I'll buy it
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But i'm emotional too for makin¡¯ love to the streets and holdin¡¯ her in the morn¡¯
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First it was my white chick, then it was my Spanish chick
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Then she started talkin¡¯ too much money for the gram of it
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I can¡¯t forget about my china thing
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And Mary Jane was just a minor thing
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She know I ain¡¯t one of them niggas that be blowin¡¯ them kisses
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After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
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Put my hand on my drawers
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Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
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Bitch pullin¡¯ my chain
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Ride ¡®er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing
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Couldn¡¯t never feel the same, fuckin¡¯ with the maids
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I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu
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Red wine splattin¡¯ on my satin
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Even in the suit never slackin¡¯ on my mackin¡¯
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Captain of the action, you¡¯ll never sink my ship
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Floatin¡¯ on the ocean, left a mink for the trip
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So I¡¯m shirtless and my bitch shirtless
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Flyin¡¯ paper lanes, we above the strip surface
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Mom¡¯s my word and shit say worthless
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Keep them hoes naked and her tits stay perfect
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A D as in D-Man, holla at the Tree Man
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Re track the roof while blowin¡¯ at that He Man
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Fuck them eaves droppers tryna see my A and B plan
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Caught with the coke then you seen ¡®em on C span
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Shots aint hittin¡¯
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Back in the day if a nigga ever stopped by my kitchen better had them pots clickin¡¯
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flickering light ask and not stop switchin¡¯
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On a mission with the misses and we got messin¡¯
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She know I ain¡¯t one of them niggas that be blowin¡¯ them kisses
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After late night visits just wanna hit it like (hit it like)
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Put my hand on my drawers
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Baby, put your face in these balls oh oh
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Bitch pullin¡¯ my chain
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Ride ¡®er like Erica Caine, rodeo this thing
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Couldn¡¯t never feel the same, fuckin¡¯ with the maids
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I call you bitches just a part of my slang oooouuuu
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V-V-V-Vampire life
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Don Juan
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