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I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls Uh, what else did you expect me to do? Something special in them jeans, they be stretchin' the truth She put a pep in her step, the Pepè Le Pews And had the reverend sweatin' Half the choir lept from the pew, oof (ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah) Uh, if you bring her home to momma bet she'll never approve Plus she love to ask about the one who you've been exclusive with Cross her, that could be the nail in your crucifix I hear the tick-tock and now I'm tryna lock her down Your homies sayin' don't commit, nigga shop around Birds flock around, we flirt a bit But soon as I find time for us to kick it, then I'm Charlie Brown Uh, and what's the cause of it? If it's a fatal attraction, what's the laws of it? I really need the attention, give me all of it I flick it up for the freaks, I bet they all love it, yeah I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I used to say when I get older I'll have all the hoes But my momma raised me right so I don't call them hoes I mean I call 'em but it's just on some platonic shit At least until the chronic lit, gin and tonic mix You ain't the man unless you got a chick for every occasion Milkshake from McDonald's thick, skinny and basic And subtractin' an ex never in the equation No better than cavemen, have me trippin' tryna step up temptations But I can have two left feet and no rhythm If she did give vasectomy, it's no kiddin' Could tell it in her eyes, need umbrellas for her cries She been tellin' little lies the size of Nicole Kidman And I have to do whatever for that woo-woo-woo They boo-hooin' while I boo-hoo you Need somethin' new, yeah, need somethin' new I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls I really wanna be your lover But I can never make up my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout the other girls Found a fast track for paper, she made of plastic Now a hourglass, her shape lookin' elastic Not a hour passed without the shouts and harassment Got a lotta followers hollerin' for a pic or At least an at to acknowledge them, uh Teach a college course on the collagen, got endorsements and sponsors And they promisin' a bag at the doorstep for the promo It's like a big ol' Rihanna forehead is her logo But so goes the saga, if she can make more than her momma While walkin' in them clunky Balenciagas, who am I to judge it? Uh, these rappers trickin' 'til they out of budget Just to get attention when they out in public This what it come with, how you love it? How you love anyone in particular when they comin' in hunnids? We was raised to be the hunters And providers for our mothers if our fathers didn't love us Our sisters who get the brunt of it Run through bitches just for the fun of it, uh Yeah, at what point you had enough of it? Settle down, you know, the husband bit? Ay, yeah This the culture I was accustomed with We tried adjustin' but we couldn't get the cuffs to fit And she be quick to fisticuffs when we discussin' it Keep it a stack with you, brick by brick, we'll build the trust again "Now tell me", she said, "You-you-you have a rich man's family" And she said, "You got the boy first and the girl second" "Make money, that boy can carry on the family name" And then what was so amazing That my son had a son and my daughter had a daughter
Writer(s): Topaz Jones, Jack Lofchie Hallenbeck, Jeffandy St. Hubert, Alissia Benveniste Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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