(feat. Big Boi)
[Intro:]
Chris Brown
Big Boi
Yeah
[Big Boi Rap]
Oh, she's mine
And see god knew she was mine
The day I seen that guy
The big mouth bass
On the line
It's time for me to retrieve her
And go git her like a wild receiver
But we don't play no ball
See when we come through
We're, babygirl, gonna make it ball
[Verse 1 (Chris Brown):]
On the real we need to nip this in the bud
'cause we kept it real with everyone
So tell me why they hating (everybody's hating)
It feels like they just waiting (for us to grow apart)
Yeah
it's just hard for me to do
But baby if I'm your man
I guess I gotta be your man
These men just gotta understand
Little girl, with curves and hips, luscious lips
Girl I can't front now
I'm nervous
[Chorus:]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you
[Verse 2 (Chris Brown):]
Now a days is so crazy
Out here
You'd wanna be cutting me
If your daughter struts with me
Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too
No entourage, no crew
Just me riding with my boo
I got her
But don't think I'm replacing you
Girl know you know what I do
And I know you made your mind up
It'll take days and days and decades to find another
Dude, that's gonna walk in my shoes
And girl keep it one with you
As long if you do the usual
[Chorus]
Now baby please
Hang up the phone
'cause I'm talking to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talking to your daughter
And she likes me
She told me she likes me
And I really like her
She's gonna be my wife
I say, baby, please
Hang up the phone
'cause I'm talking to your father
Mrs Jones, Mr Jones
I've been talking to your daughter
And she likes me
He told me she likes me
And I really like her
She's gonna be my wife
[Chorus]
[Big Boi Rap]
Now is the time for me to come clean
Now is the time for us to turn that yellow light to green light
And proceed us together, be more better like lemon pepper on your wings
And you'll never find another fellow that's better than your king
I ming go sing gonna talk about goods
Who's playing
But we can't have no picket fence 'cause we got acres and acres of land
The haters are taking it mad
That we can handle these fakers for class
Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass
Girl, bye, give it a try, give your boy a chance
Ever since you landed in my space it seems like I'm yours again
My top friend, drop them
We don't need no all day hits
Pop them
Put old Google on a boss back
[Chorus]
I'm like hold up
Wait, wait a minute
I'm genuine with it
I ain't tryna put no pimping in it
I'm like hold up
Can I talk to her?
Hold up
Can I take her out?
Hold up, uh
That's why I gotta tell you
Baby, please
And she likes me
And I really like her
Baby, please
She's gonna be my wife
Baby, please
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