I ain't tryna hear about all them other niggas
I just wanna, I just wanna come over and have
Ugh, heard he ain't real nigga
Call me I'mma come feel you up
Like a real nigga
Cause when lights go out, we're all alone
I don't see no one
Ride slow
I won't let nobody know
Ohh, who you are
Be who you are
Be who you are
I want you, you
I want you
As bad as you are
Why would you wanna fuck with a nigga like me girl?
Why would you wanna roll weed for a nigga like me girl?
Why would you wanna throw the ass for a nigga like me girl?
Grind on it when you throw that ass for a nigga like me?
You, you, you, you, know what you want
You remember where you came from
Oh yea, you know the business
I swear that pussy is the business
Might give your ass the business
You, you
Ugh, We going away, she ridin' for the kid
Ridin' for the squad, ridin' on this dick
Gone with the wind, gone with the wheel
Gone all the liquor, she gone to my crib
Phone blowin' up, kush coned up
Sheets all wet, hair messed up
Tied around my neck
Face on deck
Just let a nigga know what it is
I still want you
Still want you
Nigga want you
You! for real
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Clifford Harris, Jay Jenkins, Sudan Ameer Williams, Rance Ii. Oliver
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