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[Intro:] Chris Brown Big Boi Yea [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 reciever But we dn't play no ball See when we come through We babygirl gon' make it ball [Verse 1: (Chris Brown)] On the real we need to nip this in the butt Cause we kept it real with everyone So tell me why they hatin (everybody's hatin) It feels like they just waitin (for us to grow apart) Yeayee its just hard for me to do But baby if i'm your man I guess i gotta be your man Letras de cancionesThese 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 pimpin 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 cuttin me If your daughter struts with me Lucky me, and you'd be lucky too No entourage, no crew Just me ridin with my boo I got her But don't think i'm replacin 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:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin 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 Now baby please Hang up the phOne Cause i'm talkin to your father Mrs Jones, Mr Jones I've been talkin to your daughter And she like me She told me she like me And i really like her She gon' be my wifey I say baby please Hang up the phone Cause i'm talkin to your father Mrs Jones, Mr Jones I've been talkin to your daughter And she like me He told me she like me And i really like her She gon be my wifey [Chorus:] I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin 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 [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 fella that's betta than your king I ming go sing gon' talk about goods Who playin But we cant have no picket fence cause we got acres & acres of land The haters are takin it mad That we can handle these fakers for class Mannerisms on that C.O. five and a half on they ass Girl buy, give it a try, give yo boy a chance Ever since you landed in myspace it seems like i'm yours again My top friend, rock them We don't need no all day hits Pop them Put ol' 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 pimpin 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 I'm like hold up Wait, wait a minute I'm genuine with it I ain't tryna put no pimpin 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 like me And i really like her Baby please She gon' be my wifey Baby please From Letras Mania