(feat. Big Boi, Pastor Troy)
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[Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
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I remember when I met'cha I was only sixteen
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Who would ever thought that me and you would get this cream?
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We took a lot of trips together, you stayed down
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Remember when we start hoppin' on that Greyhound?
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She say she like to play hide and seek in the ride
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And sure I'll open up the trunk and hide her inside
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She say she think I'm cheatin' wit' a girl named Jane
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You ain't just my babay, bitch, you my everythang
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I was broke but you maintained better
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As long as me and you together we can get this cheddar
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Whatever, her name white Sally
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I met her through my homeboy Rico out in Cali
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I thank Reagan for the haters when ya got hard
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Ya bought me jewels, gator shoes and some big cars
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Yeah you took me out the hood gave me good thangs
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Now we on a private plane eatin' chicken wangs
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[Chorus]
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(And I love you) You the reason why I ride good
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You the reason why I shop good, drink good, smoke good
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(And I love you) You the reason why these hoes choose
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You the reason why a nigga sprayed candy on my old school
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(And I love you) You the reason why I quarterback
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Took a nigga out the projects, put me in a cul-de-sac
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That's why I get it how I live boy
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'Cause you took me from a young broke nigga to a rich boy
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[Verse 2 - Pastor Troy]
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And I love you babay, mwah, hugs and kisses
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Fuck them niggas and fuck them bitches
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Been in this game since 1998
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Nigga take the safety and shit but I'm great
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Maybe it's fate destiny, you tell me
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Damn near ten and that shit been free
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But I'm P.T. so I gots to cruise nigga
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Really ain't shit to prove to y'all niggas
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All the cars, all the clothes
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Wit' all the stars, and all the hoes
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First class flights a nigga live in the lights
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But see you in the dark, this stuff is kinda hard
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See where I park, valet costs a note
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Drop another fifty just to check my coat
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Probably leave wit' yo' chick, know how I do
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It's Pastor Disaster baby, I love you
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Big Boi]
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Took me from a gun totin' nigga to a Big Boi
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Too legit to slip now I got papers on my shit boi
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And not just my weapons I'm talkin' 'bout titles and deeds
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You payin' rent you can't afford and can't break out of ya lease
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I'm out of ya league, I might as well be Ivy
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All over ya ass like injections in a stripper's hiney
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Rhyming is a skill that requires timing
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Like dual ejaculation while my lady's riding
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I'm 'bout to cum (I'm 'bout to cum) at the same time
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You satisfied? (I'm satisfied) that's how I slang mine
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A generation came up under my style
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From penetration of the nation when I was just a child
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Now, who's really in the critics talk 'bout me
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Andre 3000 and three mo' niggas that's really fie
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Let me break it down, I get fly at that mouth
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I, stay fresh to the hosiery we 'posed to be
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Them niggas from the south so
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One to the two the three the fo'
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Satisfied? (I'm satisfied) Then I'mma hit 'cha some mo'
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[Chorus]
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And I Love You
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Rich Boy |