(Murder Inc.) Girl, your stare, those eyes I (Love it when you look at me, baby) Your lips, your smile, I (Love it when you kiss me, baby) Your hips, those thighs, I (Love it when you thug me, baby) And I can't deny I (Love it when I'm witchu, baby) I got a fetish for fuckin' you witcha skirt on On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon What's takin' so long? I'm gettin' anxious But patiently waitin' for you to tell a nigga to move on Between me and you, we can find each other Flyin' abroad in my private G-2 I ain't tryin' to G you, ma I'm tryin to see you Bend over, you know how we do it, feet to shoulders Bring heat to coldest night, so ferocious Now you street promotin' the dick game is potent 'Cause in the bed a nigga go hard like Jordan Sweat pourin', lovin' the way you be moanin' Grippin' the sheets, lookin' at me lickin' at me 'Cause every woman just wanna be happy And it's CRA-ZAY, but BAY-BAY, I. Haha, yeah Whattup ma? How you been? Yeah I know, I know, hehe It's all good.

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