Feat. Ludacris, Tiara Thomas, Trey Songz, T.I. & Emjay
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They don't know I call you
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Sprinkling system
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Cause you sprinkling it like wowder
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Don't tell your daddy that you call me
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Daddy, but tell him Ludacris is thankful
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For his daughter
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While we all in the back seat of my Impala
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Hup one, hup two, hyke hyke hyke
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They don't know about the scratches on my back
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And how I call you my bed bug,
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When you bite bite bite bite
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Nibblin', dribblin', feelin' all my adrenaline
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Tasting like cinnamon, I can think of so many synonyms
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You be killing another, women pretending they don't know
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That you really hardcore like Lil' Kim and Em.
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Squat down, bend it over, bring it back,
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From the side, turn around, hunchback, note it, damn!
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Turn your device on, it's the right song
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Turn the lights on, we gon' love, and you know my name!
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They don't know
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A lot of my foam get you nowhere
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Baby, I swear
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(They don't know)
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I'm best friends with your suppy,
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If you let me I'll hook you up with smth real
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(They don't know)
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If, with your homegirl back in 06'
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Why she keep bringin' back old shit?
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She was cool with a girl I used to go with
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The trick was tell 'em both that (???)
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(They don't know)
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But you still don't speak when you're in the street
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But you still my little freak!
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Girl, you don't take pictures, are you blind?
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Check them like they layin', no matter what you saw
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(They don't know)
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Tonight we just might be crosside you me and wiffie
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Two hundred on my neck, even though I got a check
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She don't fuck around and spend it on me
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[Hook]
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(They don't know)
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(They don't they don't)
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Bet you didn't know that!
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(They don't know)
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Should buy our own paper
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(They don't know)
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(They don't know)
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You could never understand that
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We'd be in the same room
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We don't ever say shit
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Let's keep it between me and you
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And we cool (Cause they don't know)
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How you feel about me?
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Can't even live without me
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How a pretty thing (???)
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When you think about me
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You can stay in my condo
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Bottom line is to keep you
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On a chain when you going through
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Some things. Escape whenever you want
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(They don't know)
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Then I hit it by the fire
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And your legs stretch wider and
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It just gets tighter
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(They don't know)
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Say you're stressed and you're tired
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But the stress gets lighter
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With the money that I wire
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(They don't know)
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I like to put my lips on your(kiss)
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On every part of your body
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Do it so well, baby, who you gonna tell?
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NOBODY!
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Nigga! Fake on Hi5
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I don't know why she was lookin' at me
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Sidewise, so I don't even know why I'm starhide
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I don't even know why I'm high for my high form
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But I gotta dig a nigga pieces that I am ready
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To put them to, if you just want relations, baby
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There's nothing I can't do
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You said you looking for something to get into
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Oh, what I'm lookin' for is someone to get into
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They don't know you got me crazy,
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And craving and screaming that I wanna have your, baby
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Posted all up in this dead all up in my
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Legs pulled in like that Mercedes
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They don't know, they can't hang if they don't smoke
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All of this %^& is as if %^& they on't blow
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And that ain't no joke!
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[Hook]
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They Don't Know (Remix)
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Rico Love |