I gotta get you outta my head
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And in my bed, baby
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[Hook: JJ Daniels]
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Make your way into the crib
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Don't be shy, there's no one here
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Follow me into a room
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Ain't no telling what we'll do
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Just me and you
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Ain't no telling what we'll do
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[Verse 1: Young Chris]
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Just you and I
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Apple jack, new jack, g money style
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Got a stone in her wrist worth 20 thou
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Yeah, cb, I chuck the deuces
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Til my next, we're never loving the deuces
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I was blessed with a young thing
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Met me in the city
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I'll keep it secret if you let me in your vickie's
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Just you and I here, ain't no eyes here
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Everything private til we fly lear
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Shake that ass in the mirror
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Going to the club, tight-fitting dress
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Time to come up out of that...
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Like the way it's fitting like the bed when it's soft
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You gonna love the way I'm hitting, ah!
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[Hook; JJ Daniels]
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Make your way into the crib
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Don't be shy, there's no one here
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Follow me into a room
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Ain't no telling what we'll do
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Just me and you
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Ain't no telling what we'll do
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[Verse 2: Young Chris]
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Kevin mcallister, no one here
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Go with a higher caliber, they nowhere near
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Get it poppin in there
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Throw em all over like a cop in the rear
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Have em locked in the bed
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Yeah, skipping the kissing, kissing
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Your kitten. switching positions
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Stick the key in ignition
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And she ride until she run out of gas
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And she a spurter, so literally
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She cumming out fast
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Put my palm on that ass, turn that
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Waist back around. before I come she
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Turn her face back around
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Say I tell that her lay down
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Open your thighs, til that boy go
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Back inside
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Me And You
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Young Chris |