“You know a lot of girls be thinkin’ my songs are about them,
This is not to get confused-
This one’s for you.

Baby, you’re my everything,
You’re all I ever wanted.
We could do it real big,
Bigger than you’ve ever done it.
You be up on everything,
Other hoes ain’t ever on it.
I want this forever,
I swear I could spend whatever On it.

Cause she only gone everytime I hit her up,
When I get right, I promise that we gonna live it up.
She make me beg for it,
Till she gives it up,
And I say the same thing every single time.
I say,
You the fuckin’ best,
You the fuckin’ best,
You the fuckin’ best,
You the fuckin’ best,
You the best I ever had,
Best I ever had,
Best I ever had,
Best I ever had,
You the fuckin’…

[Verse 1:]
Know you gotta roomate,
Call me when there’s no one there,
Put the key under the mate,
And you know I’ll be over there.
(Yeah! )
I’ll be over there,
Shawty I be over there,
I be hittin’ all the spots that you ain’t
Even know was there.
And ya’ll ain’t even gotta ask twice,
You can have my heart,
Or we can share it like the last slice.
Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life,
Have a nigga thinkin’ that he met you in a past life.
Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin’ with no make-up on,
That’s when you’re the prettiest,
I hope that you don’t take it wrong.
You don’t even trip when friends say,
“You ain’t bringin’ Drake along?”
You know that I’m workin’,
I’ll be there soon as I make it home.
And she a patient in my waitin’ room,
Never pay attention to the rumors and what they assume.
And until them girls prove it,
I’m the one to never get confused with,
Cause –


[Verse 2:]
Sex, love, Pain;
Baby I be on that Tank shit.
Butt so big,
I could probaly sell a blank disk.
When my album drop,
Bitches will buy for the picture,
And nigga’s will but it too,
And claim they got it for their sister.
Magazine paper girl,
The money ain’t the issue.
-… and ask me to intial.
She call me the referee,
Cause I be so offical,
My shirt ain’t got no stripes,
But I can make yo’ pussy whistle.
Like the Andy Griffith theme song,
And who told you to put them jeans on,
Double cuff love,
You the one I lean on,
Feelin’ for a fix,
Then you should really get yo’ fiend on.
Yeah just know my condo is the crack spot,
Every single show,
She out there reppin’ like a mascot.
Get it from the back,
And make yo’ fuckin’ bra strap pop.
All up in ya

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