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I prepared you for her, damn Didn't you turn out perfect? She must wanna thank me For leaving her with your best version You got all the bad out your system What we had were nothing but lessons I taught you them then left with my reasons Now I'll be glad to hand her my creation He makes love how I trained him, damn Don't it make you feel good, girl His fingers never used to move that way So you're welcome for the pleasure He got all the bad out his system What we had were nothing but lessons I taught him them then left with my reasons Now I'll be glad to hand you my creation From Letras Mania