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From day one, told you I ain't the one you wanna play with I ain't the one that's gon' sit back and never say shit I know you got a lot of niggas in the bleachers Tryna take my play, oh I'm the only one, bitch, you better let 'em know And if I want that pussy from you, you better let it go And yeah, I fuck with you, that's why I keep your wrist on froze Yeah, I fuck with you, and why you act like you don't know? Yeah (Shit) Called you three-four times, you don't pay no mind Text you with that message, you ain't get the message When you go in silence, I get worried Pull up on lil' baby in a hurry, yeah Sit that booty on the nightstand What you talkin' 'bout? I know you like that And I'ma tell you when it's over Oh yeah, you know she a soldier Girl, it's a real love Girl, it's a real love Yeah Now put your legs up (Legs up) I got her legs up And now she don't wanna leave Now she don't wanna leave, oh Check, baby, you got what you came here for She tell me don't stop, she need some more (Need some more) Oh-oh-ooh-whoa, from the bed to the floor Oh, we on round three, goin' on four (Four) Girl, I know how you want it (Want it) Wake up and hit it in the morning Baby, we ain't got no breaks We can go all damn day Baby, you can put it in my face Girl, it's a real love (Real love) Girl, it's a real love (Real love) Yeah Now put your legs up (Legs up) I got her legs up And now she don't wanna leave Now she don't wanna leave, oh And now she don't wanna leave Now she don't wanna leave Girl, I know how you want it (Want it) Wake up and hit it in the morning Girl, it's a real love
Writer(s): Leland Clopton, Keyiara Monique Sallie, Jacob Oneal Jr. Latimore, Brandon Rossi Linsey, Garren T Edwards Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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