I Love Dom

Toot that, love the way you shoot that Just got her hair did she tryna get her groove back Touch it like a iPad, baby I'm a true Mac Real nigga coming through, everybody move back Walked through the back door, they was like whose that? 6'1 brown skin sagging in my new hat Had to look back when you passed 'cause it's too fat She told me come over right now she got a new wax Them other hoes gone, baby girl you back Don't throw the ice in the trash we can use that Got a nice bra on, baby we can lose that Don't say you a pro, I'ma make you prove that I Love Dom That should be your new tat I just wanna hit that, I can be your new bat Walk up in the house 3 a.m. where the food at? I'm tryna have it ready when I'm finished fuckin' you (ah) See a nice couch, but where I'm fuckin' you at? Don't grab – so hard you can bruise that I know yo boyfriend just mad 'cause he do rap But don't be on my nuts, nigga it's a food tax Hit 'em with the new blue and white just be cool hat Number 8 Jordans unlaced with the two straps This is not a game or anything I can lose at I'm standing right here, this where you should choose at I got her going Dom, got her going Dom I never really let a nigga ever meet my mom But I been sorta maybe thinking you can be the one And I been sorta maybe thinking you can be the one When I do hit I'm talkin' shit before I'm done I know you prolly wanted to fuck with me since we was young I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung Maybe I'm the one, maybe I'm the two Maybe I'm the nigga that you call when you through Don't even trip I got other hoes too Maybe I didn't even really wanted to fuck with you? Had one drink now you gettin' a lil loose All cranberry bitch that's a lil goose I'm the best nigga that you know near the booth And if it's any doubt in your mind here's the proof Everything I said last week was the truth How many girls can I have 'til I'm through? I don't really know what these other niggas do But you ain't heard nobody like me since Snoop Them the Bo Jacksons that I had in '92 I'ma stay fresh bitch that's just what I do Burnside Boyz nigga reppin' for my crew And she tell me I can get it but I'm never in the mood Look I got her goin' Dom, got her goin' Dom I never really let nobody ever meet my mom But I been sorta thinkin' maybe you can be the one And I been sorta thinkin' maybe you can be the one But when I do hit I'm talkin' shit before I'm done I know you prolly wanted to fuck with me since we was young I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung I know you go slow cause you tryna get me sprung, tryna get me sprung And she stay tryna get me She stay tryna get me, she stay tryna get me Yeah she stay tryna get me like She stay tryna get me like Tryna get me like Tryna get me Tryna get me Tryna get me like (Tryna get me) (Tryna get me) (Tryna get me) (She try-keep tryna get me)