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Fabolous( John David Jackson )
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Spend It
Fabolous feat. Trey Songz
See you can't just do it (Go ahead) You gotta do it well Body language is the kinda talk I'm fluent in Why don't you stop talking 'bout it and come do it then Written on your face, that 'yeah I'm tryna do it' grin Even planning, we just need a spot to do it in Heading to engagements, head behind the Range tints Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fruits of my labor, edible arrangements It get a little messy, sweater new, Jays mint And she say when she done with me I better go and change them Fuck the sweater I don't know no fuckin' better Y'all don't get it, I don't know no fuckin' better Then this right here, shawty right there Still givin' ol' boy nightmares And I heard your ex hate it, that's why my texts dated Last night was a movie and it was X-Rated [?]call wet, it only gets better Tonight we make the squeal and call that shit wetterGo ahead (Go ahead) Fuck me like you know somebody else ain't fuckin' me right Go ahead (Go ahead) Fuck me like you know somebody else ain't fuckin' me right (Niiice) I'ma kiss your body from your head down to your toes Any time you want it you just let a nigga know (Just let a nigga know) And we gon' do it, do it, do it, do it We gon' do it real good And we gon' do it, do it, do it, do it (She represent Queens, I was raised out in Brooklyn) Body language is the only talk he fluent in He knew it was going down when he flew me in Anything that I got on he wanna do me in Now all these non-discrete bitches wanna do me in Uh, go [?]on me He know all his nigga wanna put the D on me Even Dr. Dre went and put the B on me But my pussy so exclusive, limited edition You know niggas love pretty bitches with ambition [?]on the keys never go in the ignition B-But when I ride it, do it to precision I could tell that he trippin' every time that it's slippin' When he bout to come I start to kiss his neck I let him score, but we ditch the ref When we going out we gotta ditch the press Aah man, I got his bitch depressed Go ahead (Go ahead) Fuck me like you know somebody else ain't fuckin' me right Go ahead (Go ahead) Fuck me like you know somebody else ain't fuckin' me right (Niiice) I'ma kiss your body from your head down to your toes Any time you want it you just let a nigga know (Just let a nigga know) And we gon' do it, do it, do it, do it We gon' do it real good And we gon' do it, do it, do it, do it (She represent Queens, I was raised out in Brooklyn) I'ma call you big daddy and scream your name Only if you have me trippin' like candy paint (So what you said, give it you right, give it to you left Make it last forever, king sweat, have you outta breath) Daddy slow down a bit You acting like I never been down town and shit I need a baller laid back while he watch this thing bounce Buying him designer bags, [?] (No doubt, I'm the player that they're talking about Got that good shit, even in a drought) If you gon' do it, do it for real (And if they ask how I'm doin' tell 'em doin' it well) Go ahead Fuck me like you know somebody else ain't fuckin' me right Go ahead (Go ahead) Fuck me like you know somebody else ain't fuckin' me right (Niiice) I'ma kiss your body from your head down to your toes Any time you want it you just let a nigga know (Just let a nigga know) And we gon' do it, do it, do it, do it We gon' do it real good And we gon' do it, do it, do it, do it (She represent Queens, I was raised out in Brooklyn)
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