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Starting 5

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Baby 2


Just inhaled this fuckin' wick
I don't like it when you leave
I don't like it when you leave
won't you just come back, uh-huh

I don't like it when you leave
But I know when you walk away
that you'll come back to me, uh-huh
And tell me what we be, I know just what I see
I don't like to keep it in the dark
unless it's what I dream
I said what you do for you? Us? Make it we
I wan' put you in my bag and take you home, trick-or-treat
Heard you just moved from a college town
been here 'bout a week
I said this city should be out of bounds
let's wake up in a suite
I gave you permission, you can touch anything you tryna keep
You tryin' score a point
you already won the game, that's obsolete
I couldn't wait for you to arch
I use the flash, I couldn't see
I'm tryna touch some body parts, is it real? Let me peep
I'm tryna touch your body, hm, I ain't got too much to hide
You can tell me all the rules, what's the terms, and I apply
I live better than a king, you niggas bums in my eyes
Got more rings than Robert Horry
nigga, up your starting five
I woke up, I had a dream, damn
I woke up, I had a dream, wipe your eyes, she so fine
I learned this from Malcom X
choppa peepin' through the blinds
Unc' told me how to work an SK he was born in sixty-five
Uh-huh, these niggas ain't got no hustle
and if they did, it ain't applied
I swear I said don't stare just at my pop too long
you might get high
I swear I said she don't need no microphone
it's platinum every time
I swear I said you can't even right your wrongs
you know what's goin' down
I swear I said how you feel to me, it matters
Uh-huh, her say I gotta slow down on the steak
I'm gettin' fatter
Uh-huh, I think she wan' replace the cup
there's no way that can happen
Uh-huh, I think that she like me for real
at first thought she was cappin'
I said, I said, how you know? How you feel?
How you know that you my type?
I want you, I want us, we can vacay, take a flight
Everything I say, I promise
give me your pinky, wrap it tight
I feel like Pluto, bitch, I'm honest
you a trophy, get you wifed

I said, I said, that you deserve a ring
That you deserve a ring, you deserve just one night (Mhm)
I said, I said, done hopped up in the
Urus just to go and catch a flight, mm
I want you to get by blinded, I'ma run out of this ice, mm
Don't worry bout none these cars ima let you in one night
Huh, you know you dancin' with the stars
look my Urus real tight

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