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" Have It "
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
K-K-K-K-K-Mac
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
N-N-Now what you ladies tryna get in?
Extra large Magnums, the only one I'm fittin'
Open up your mouth, baby, I can be your dentist
Before I go too far, let's go back to the beginnin'
Mine paid for, your nigga's shit is rented
Suicide doors and she dyin' to get in
They lookin' at me stank 'cause they know I be shittin'
They try to keep me out 'cause they know I take they women
Ayy
Meet me outside, ask your girl what she think about ménage
Models all day
Me plus you, then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back, bring it back
And sit that big ol' booty all up on my lap
Matter fact, here go a stack
Private party and I don't know how to act
Shawty, so
Call the girls 'cause I'm a looking for a bad chick
Put your hands in the air if you a bad chick
Ain't gotta ask for it, she gon' let have it
When she let me have it, I'ma let her have it all
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it, girl (All)
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it, girl (All)
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it
I'ma let you have it, daddy, can I have it?
Uh, I pull up, black man, black Porsche rag
Really wanna make him mad, hop yo' ass in
Oh, this your first time ridin'? Let me hit the gas
Don't you play with me later, this'll be your last
I'm a rude, rude nigga, let me have it
You got that big booty pokin' out, let me grab it
I'm somethin' like a king, fuck you on the mattress
Rat-tat, tat my name on that ass then I smack it like
Ayy (Haha)
Meet me outside, ask your girl what she think about ménage (Yeah, ménage)
Models all day (Yeah)
Me plus you, then we add another girl up in the room (You)
Bring it back (Bring it back), bring it back (Bring it back)
And sit that big ol' booty all up on my lap (On my lap)
Matter fact (Matter fact), here go a stack (Here go a stack)
Private party and I don't know how to act (Haha)
Shawty, so
Call the girls 'cause I'm a looking for a bad chick
Put your hands in the air if you a bad chick
Ain't gotta ask for it, she gon' let have it
When she let me have it, I'ma let her have it all
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it, girl (All)
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it, girl (All)
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it (Uh, uh)
I'ma let you have it (Uh), daddy, can I have it?
Now let me find out, you'll let me blow your spine out
Sex game mean, make you call a time out
Quarter 'til we can rendezvous at my house
That pussy crack had me fiendin' like Amy Winehouse
If I give you nine, can I get that other 60?
When it come to licky-licky, we can split it 50/50
Peanut butter skill'll have you cumin' in a jiffy
Damn, skippy, swallow my juniors, Ken Griffey
Ayy
Meet me outside, ask your girl what she think about ménage
Models all day
Me plus you, then we add another girl up in the room
Bring it back, bring it back
And sit that big ol' booty all up on my lap
Matter fact, here go a stack
Private party and I don't know how to act
Shawty, so
Call the girls 'cause I'm a looking for a bad chick
Put your hands in the air if you a bad chick
Ain't gotta ask for it, she gon' let have it
When she let me have it, I'ma let her have it all
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it, girl (All)
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it, girl (All)
(I'ma, I'ma, I'ma, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma, I'ma let you have it
I'ma let you have it, daddy, can I have it?
" This Ain't "
Girl, it just don't feel the same, wish I could go back in time
Seems like every time I say your name, I just wanna press rewind
You said you just want me back, but I don't think that you ready yet
And I know that you want me to stay
You said if I love you I would, I would, I would, I would
If we look at how we live, it's no good
Babe, it's no good, no good, no good, no good
And you know, you know I'm right
'Cause we're just fucking, baby
This ain't loving, baby
We're just fucking, baby
But this ain't loving, baby
No, you want it
I ain't your man, girl, I'm only your friend
Wish that I could read your mind 'cause I don't know if you telling the truth
You can tell me every lie, tell me how do I believe you?
'Cause once we get to kissing, you gon' have me finished, and I'll feel something's missing
I say I'm cool fucking 'round with you
You said if I loved you I would, I would come back to you
If we look at how we live, it's no good
Babe, it's no good, no good, no good, no good
Girl, you know, you know I'm right
'Cause we're just fucking, baby
This ain't loving, baby
We're just fucking, baby
But this ain't loving, baby
No, you want it
I ain't your man, girl, I'm only your friend
" Questions "
(Oh, you ah deal with)
From the moment you was dancing in the party, pushing all on me
Giving everything, you're giving everything tonight
And if you thought you could get away from me and get away from me
Girl, just take your time (Time, time)
You're coming home with me tonight (Duh!)
Girl, I got a question for ya
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh)
Girl, I got a question for ya
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah (Eh);yeah, yeah (Eh)
Yeah, yeah(Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh)
She only love me 'cause I'm dangerous (Dangerous, ooh, yeah)
That pum pum something like angel dust (Angel dust, some)
Girl, let me hold ya (Oh), put mi ting all around ya (Ooh)
Make me feel like I own ya (Ooh), kill the poon like a warrior (Oh), hit that pum like
Girl, I got a question for ya (I got)
Can I get an answer? (An answer)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh) (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh)
Girl, I got a question for ya (Girl, I got)
Can I get an answer? (Can I get an answer?)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh) (Oh, whoa)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh)
Let me hold you
Come caress my body
You got me going crazy
You turn me on, turn me on
Girl, let me love you
Put your arms around me
You got me going crazy
You turn me on, turn me on, yeah
Girl, I got a question for ya (For you)
Can I get an answer? (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh) (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh) (Yeah, yeah)
Girl, I got a question for ya (For you)
Can I get an answer?
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh) (Woo)
Yeah, yeah (Eh); yeah, yeah (Eh) (Woo-ooh)
" Lady In A Glass Dress (Interlude) "
Hey DJ
Lady in a glass dress
I can see right through you
You act like you don't want this
But you know that you do
Since he broke your heart, girl
You say you'll never love again
And you won't let it stop, girl
But we know in the end
You still dream, dream
You still dream, dream
Baby, I can make your dreams come true
Oh, oh, my lady in the glass dress
Ooh, ooh
" Substance "
Right now you warned, OHB, yeah
Let's talk about something, girl I need your acceptance
You're making assumptions, but you know it's nothing
The liquor keep calling, you know I need more
It's 99 problems, can't take anymore, I'm 'bout to mix up this Sprite with the 4
Oh, OHB 'bout to walk through
Only hot bitches in the bedroom
Pop a Xan, watch me get loose
Throwing all of these bands for you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Girl who do you fuck when I ain't in the city?
Driving me crazy, way over the limit
My homies, they say that I'm tripping
Fuck it I'm tripping, I'm crazy, I'm whipping
My heart is racing, this shit is amazing
This neck just the bandages
How did our love end up like the Kennedy's?
Mixing up drugs, yeah I got the remedy
Damn, you fucking the enemy
I gave you the best of me
Showed her how to trap out the bando
And left her the recipe, damn
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance abuse, substance from you
Thousand dollar tab, baby this I bought food
This a two-seater baby, you can't car pool
Got the old school move, like the car new
Bands low, never make a girl spend it with me
When she gone, I get it back, make her spend another 60
Still cold-hearted, say it's cold hearted
She shotgun, I drop the top lid and her hair blow
Them heels got you walking like you on the runway
No paper, we got the game like the arcade
Wonder which, I know you're gonna make it right for me
Put the pussy on the flight, make it tonight for me
And baby, I jump in that foreign
She hop in that passenger
She gon' work, she low-key in the Acura
Bitch ain't cuffing, your boy still a bachelor
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
4 in the morning, I'm thinking of you
Just got the ceiling, I'm pouring it through
How can I deal with this substance abuse?
I'm only asking this all cause of you
These Xannies got me tripping right now
Girl your love is like a Perc, my heart itching right now
See them flashes of your face, I wanna kiss you right now
But I know it's just the drugs that got me tripping right now
Tried to offer you my heart, you used it like the playground
Favorite groupies, jealously, I thought you would stay where I am
Guess it's back to prescriptions to deal with the symptoms
I can't feel my face and I'm losing my vision
Substance, substance, substance, substance
All this substance abuse, I need substance from you
In recovery, rehabilitating from you
Teach me a lesson, I'm drug testing, making all them moves
We both getting fucked up, what's your excuse?
A new slave with a new fade, my chain a noose
Bitch I'm sipping, you steady tripping and politicking
Taking vacations with your bitch, why she ain't posting pictures
I can lead her to that water if she wanna listen
If she don't drink, she gon' drink, I'm still gon' fuck some bitches
You know that pussy my addiction
She driving my stick, tryna fuck up my transmission
I'm pissed off, withdrawals just fucking up my pimping
Take a picture nigga, see how I'm living
Ain't going back to prison, I got too felonies, dismissing the case
A couple million, got a .45 locked in the safe
Hella bitches, hella bitches pile up in the Wraith
Hollywood with the cameras all up in your face