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Bobby V
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Outfit
Yeah, uh ha ha That's right Yeah I see you girl
I got a house on a hill right next to Jay-Z And girl, I am tryin' to put you in it, for real I want to lay your body down on the California King Where's your bank account? Let me feel it, oh
Let me have that stress girl, clear your mind And if there is a problem, eh you know I deal with it, for real Just wanna borrow you for the rest of your life Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Gon' let me know if you with it, hey
I know it ain't no price tag on you But I'm glad I was able to cop that 'Cause when they see me in the hood When I got you on baby like damn Look at the way daddy rock that
Baby, I need you on my arm Like a need a fly shirt with that big boy bright 'link to match And that I need you in my 'round my waist [Incomprehensible]
You are my favorite outfit, hey You are my favorite outfit, hey You are my favorite outfit, hey You are my favorite outfit, hey
I got that showroom big coop sitting outside Shorty, won't you take a ride up the coast And everywhere we go girl, we see them flashing lights We do it bigger and better than most
Let me put that lotion on your back Layin' in San Tropez sand And then later on baby, let me get that back While you're screaming, 'Bobby V, you are my man' damn
I know it ain't no price tag on you But I'm glad I was able to cop that 'Cause when they see me in the hood When I got you on baby like damn Look at the way daddy rock that
Baby, I need you on my arm Like a need a fly shirt with that big boy bright 'link to match And I need you in my 'round my waist [Incomprehensible]
You are my favorite outfit, hey You are my favorite outfit, hey You are my favorite outfit, hey You are my favorite outfit, hey
Whoo yeah
You remind me of my hat 'cause you always on my mind My women are like my shoes, I can't go lower than a 9 But girl you fit me perfect, I can wait to sport you Everybody want you like them jeans with the horseshoes
So jump inside this Porsche coop and can't afford you I don't call it trickin', let's just say I endorse you So leave your man, he's a lame and a dork too All he do is whine, go and get him a corkscrew
All I'ma do is Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior you While say Louboutin, Juicy Couture you So baby, make your decision 'cause I done made mine I don't got the clock on my belt so I don't waste time
The way, a way you fight it, girl Way, way you bite it girl, I wanna take you off I press you little more, press you, press you little more When I got you hangin' on my arm, ho, ho
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