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(feat. Mya) Im focused man Tell Stout to holla at me man Uh, young Hova, you heard Trackmasters you heard Yo, yes yall, Jigga man be ballin Leave chicks pigeon-toed, some of them be crawlin Get the best of you whenever I put my all in Have mamis callin, for the Lord, darlin Jigga in call and ass drop Coupes with half the top, dispose half my knot N**** mad when I brag about the cash I got But Im used to not havin a lot Im from the gutter and uh I aint the type to ever chase your boss Im the type to interior decorate the watch Im the type to sling heavy weight on the block In every state and block, word, Jiggas the hurt holla Your lips are telling me yes, while youre kissin on my neck Makin me feel so, should I stay, should I go, I dont know Your hot boy style drives me wild But in the back of mind I know Letras de cancionesEven though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I cant let you get The best of me Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I cant let you get The best of me The best of me The best of me Conversation aint what, big thighs got you stuck Feelings startin to show, should I stay, should I go, I dont know Youre drivin me crazy, I wanna be your lady But I got a man at home Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I cant let you get The best of me Even though I wanna see How you put that thang on me I cant let you get The best of me The best of me The best of me, oh...oh... 5-4-3-2-1 Carolina blue kicks, hottest n**** on the block Used to Willie bicycle since I was 6, uh High school crossover, wave to wave picks Music aint From Letras Mania