[Big Boi Rap]
Oh she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day i seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a
wild reciever
But we dn't play no ball
See when we come through
We babygirl gon' make it ball
[Verse 1: (Chris Brown)]
On the real we need to
nip this in the butt
Cause we kept it real
with everyone
So tell me why they hatin
(everybody's hatin)
It feels like they just
waitin (for us to grow
apart)
Yeayee
its just hard for me to do
But baby if i'm your man
I guess i gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with
curves and hips,
luscious lips
Girl i can't front now
I'm nervous
[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
[Verse 2: (Chris Brown)]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cuttin me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me ridin with my boo
I got her
But don't think i'm replacin you
Girl know you know what i do
And i know you made your mind up
It'll take days and
days, and decades to
find anOther
Dude that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual
[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
Now baby please
Hang up the phOne
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
She told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon' be my wifey
I say baby please
Hang up the phone
Cause i'm talkin to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talkin to your daughter
And she like me
He told me she like me
And i really like her
She gon be my wifey
[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for
me to come clean
Now is the time for us
to turn that yellow
light to green light
And proceed us
together, be more
better like lemon
pepper on your wings
And you'll never find
another fella that's
betta than your king
I ming go sing gon'
talk about goods
Who playin
But we cant have no
picket fence cause
we got acres & acres
of land
The haters are takin it mad
That we can handle these
fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O.
five and a half on they
ass
Girl buy, give it a try,
give yo boy a chance
Ever since you landed
in myspace it seems
like i'm yours again
My top friend, rock them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put ol' Google on a boss back
[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimpin in it
I'm like hold up
Can i talk to her
Hold up
Can i take her out
Hold up , uh
That's why i gotta tell you
Baby please
And she like me
And i really like her
Baby please
She gon' be my wifey
Baby please
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