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He's got this GQ swagger And I can't complain I just wanna hit his sheets And hear him say my name But it aint just that Let me be on tha real Imma lay down my pride And let ya know how I feel He's got this way with words They call him the Extrodinaire His flow and his style Don't even try ta compare I got him on my mind And I'm actin a fool I'm losin tha grind All a sudden I aint too cool I've known him for so long And neva really knew him at all And what's crazy **** cool Is he might be tha one ta finally make me fall I've neva been in love Not in it's truest form I neva even wanted it But this fool has me trippin and torn He's not really my type But I can't name what he lacks I feel like a high school girl He just took me ten years back He's mysterious and funny He's **** and sweet I know that he wants me But he's too cool on tha street He knows tha homie wants it So he's gonna gimme up easy He didn't count on losin me Would make his **** queezy He's already hooked and he don't know why Now he's got that gangsta lean And some buttaflies
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
GQ
He's got this GQ swagger And I can't complain I just wanna hit his sheets And hear him say my name But it aint just that Let me be on tha real Imma lay down my pride And let ya know how I feel He's got this way with words They call him the Extrodinaire His flow and his style Don't even try ta compare I got him on my mind And I'm actin a fool I'm losin tha grind All a sudden I aint too cool I've known him for so long And neva really knew him at all And what's crazy **** cool Is he might be tha one ta finally make me fall I've neva been in love Not in it's truest form I neva even wanted it But this fool has me trippin and torn He's not really my type But I can't name what he lacks I feel like a high school girl He just took me ten years back He's mysterious and funny He's **** and sweet I know that he wants me But he's too cool on tha street He knows tha homie wants it So he's gonna gimme up easy He didn't count on losin me Would make his **** queezy He's already hooked and he don't know why Now he's got that gangsta lean And some buttaflies
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
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