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Every time that I get up on my microphone I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl Come on Come on Every time that I get up on the microphone I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl Come on Come on I don't care where you're from The first time that I saw you, girl, you had me sprung Just the way that my name rolls off your tongue Damn near knocked all the wind out my lungs Baby girl, you the one, you the maximum You got every man beggin' for scraps and crumbs I can't front! I want it all in one lump sum But girl, you got me sitting on my hands and thumbs I ain't done! Girl, you've got the magic touch You seen every man out here and passed him up, except one Baby girl, that's what's up I can't wait for the day when we hanging tough, I said... I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it Oh, I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it Said, I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it Oh, I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it oh! Every time that I get up on the microphone I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl Come on Come on Every time that I get up on the microphone I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl Come on Come on Girl, you look so good, wanna drive it on home like a nail through wood Girl, you look so nice, every time you walk by make a man look twice Girl, you look so fine, wanna say so much, can you make a little time? Girl, you look so cute, women getting at me just to get at you, uh The Lyrics Born Variety Show, season 3 Somebody in the house say, "yeah" (yeah) Somebody in the house, say, "Hell yeah!" (hell, yeah) Lyrics Born Variety Show, exclusive, baby
Writer(s): Gregory Allen Greene, Theodore Dudley, Terry Wayne Morgan, Albert Vernon Hudson, Uriah Duffy, Dave Jr. Roberson, B'nai Nb Rice Rebelfront, Glenda Joyce Hudson, Tom William Shimura, Johnathon Meadows Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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