"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen...
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We're gonna do a song that you never heard before"
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[Intro]
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Yeah, it's on some cool shit, some laid back shit
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'Bout my young nigga
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Work the tongue nigga, ya know what I'm saying?
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Yeah, he want Sole'
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Many times seen him coming my way
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Casual conversations was all that came into play
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He had a girlfriend, or so them other niggas would say
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Ex-girl was more the word, trippin back in the day
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Know what I mean?
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Time to scheme on him, sexy as what
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Young nigga, work the tounge nigga, checking my butt
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I see you looking like you wanna touch, making the cut
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You wasn't sure, work the back and I'm working the front
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You had to jump, tight white baby's cuffing her ass
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Little waist, real brest complimenting her ass
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When I pass cocomo from the day at the beach
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French manicured feet, hair was highlighted from rocking the bleach
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I left him speechless, he wanted, but he baby to me
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Spitting lines but I think he still a maybe to me
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No time for games but I want him, can't be shady wit me
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I breast feed him, and he want it on a daily wit me
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This young nigga.
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1 - Oooh, Sole' give me one more chance
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You know I really wanna be your man
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Cuz ain't nobody do what you do
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I put that on my mama, girl I'm gonna stay true
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Repeat 1
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Flirting wit him, I should leave him alone
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Give it to him and he'll wanna try and call me his own
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Ringing my phone saying that he wanna kick it wit me
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When he know he really only wanna stick it to me
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The dime piece, cool, heard that he was working the lots
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Several, so I think he might be hitting my spot
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Several, knock knock and the movies we watch, boring
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Watching me while I'm watching the clock, snoring
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Think he slick while he rubbing my leg, butta soft
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Tease him back, feel him wanting to beg, lay me down
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Here's the oil, he massageing my back, young gun
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Full of cum, yea he loaded and strapped
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Lick me from the back, working he was putting me down
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First night did it right, wasn't no stopping him now, got him sprung
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On the couch now he wondering how
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Sent him home wit a smile and I gave him a pound
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This young nigga.
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 1
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Just a tad bit younger than me maturing, the mental
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But I had to school him to keep, was real gentle
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When I showed him things he never had seen
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Turned him out, now he open, yeah, you know what I mean
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No round about got him rocking game he never heard of
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Foreign languages that he never spoke a word of
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Took him places, just the best of them what I preferred of
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Any other girl would never even be concerned of
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My young nigga
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Repeat 1 to fade
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Young Niggas
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Sole |