| Waitin' on you to step inside |
| Waitin' on you to touch my soul |
| Tell me what you want to say |
| It's your love to give away |
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| Slicker than your average, ride with the top down, got expensive habits |
| Left arm tatted, right arm tatted |
| Told her to come here ma', I'm lookin' for a savage |
| Told her to come here ma', you lookin' real classy |
| You prolly should get at me, might throw on the khakis |
| Word around town, you gon' do your thing, you gon' turn it up |
| She said, "Take another shot, you ain't even drunk" |
| I ain't leavin' anyway without that pretty face |
| I can touch the moon off the Cabernet |
| You the entrée, her |
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| That nigga came to the door like Ving Rhames |
| Told me what you want, I couldn't even front |
| When I get her to myself, we gon' do it up |
| If you know some cute girls, bring plenty of 'em |
| I got the homies in this bitch, yeah give it up |
| We don't do drugs, we just smoke but |
| Damn, it's been a lil' minute, can I get a hug? |
| It can never go back to the way it was |
| If it's never been tested, is it real love? |
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| Waitin' on you to step inside |
| Waitin' on you to touch my soul |
| Tell me what you want to say |
| It's your love to give away |
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| There ain't no doubt about it |
| There ain't no doubt about it |
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| Waitin' on you to step inside |
| Waitin' on you to touch my soul |
| Tell me what you want to say |
| It's your love to give away |
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| There ain't no doubt about it |
| There ain't no doubt about it |
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