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 babygirl, you got me in my comfort zone


when im lovin you, don’t take the covers off


meanwhile they tryna play me like the oven’s off


dont mind me, very smooth, just call me provolone 


700 miles, god damn im waiting for you


come air it out


let’s make love


let’s have a baby on you


my fault, i slipped up


i get nervous when im thinking of you


im a little crazy, not shady


might have to sneak up on you..


i fuckin hate it, you got me thinking 


do you love me, do you love me not?


im not tryna force it or endorse it 


i’ll let you hit the spot


the blonde in your hair is outrageous 


its like a beauty spot


you shine so bright in my arms


but better in my heart


your figure’s so healthy 


let’s workout, i know you need a spot


im a big dawg, not a snake


you know my piece gon’ bark


i know this shits crazy, like what the hell we get into?


im blinded by your beauty, i kept shooting, my shot’s official 


well i don’t know yet so hopefully there’s no tissues 


but you’ve provided my light, when i was dark and i respect you


700 miles apart but thank you.






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