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[Hook - 2x] I'll have you draped in the fina thangs, sporting diamond rings Fill your bracelet with karats, and give you pocket change I ain't a trick, but I wanna get with ya When I dream you the one that I picture, I'm all in [Big Pokey] Know, what a nigga really love to see Gucci sheets we in a suite, you making love to me Hugging me rubbing me, mugging me Pulling out and releasing on the belly, cause that's the thug in me I love to freak, you make a nigga geek for sex I'mma floss the six, you could floss the Lex I'mma ice out necks, I'm all in In the mist of me balling, I hear your body calling I'm bout it, baby you bout it I'm on the yacht at the bar getting sloppy, holding you is a hobby Of mine, as we bump and we grind Digging in you from behind, irritating your spine It ain't a fuck thang, or a Viper and a truck thang When you in the kitchen, frying up a duck mayn I love the thangs you do, I love to hang with you I'm putting it on the line boo, I'm claiming you [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] Off the top I'm a mess, cause the thug and finesse These baguettes on my chest, got you highly impressed Blowing pounds of cess, maybe ki's and acres In the waters of Jamaica, is where I normally take ya Casinos in Vegas, see I ball's and ball's 600 U-Haul, fish tank in the wall Going hard in the mall, ooh the show ain't stopping V-12 steady chopping, and my screens is dropping It was love at first sight, I knew that when I met ya Shoes skates and if you slip, Persian rug gon catch ya Candles lit around the tub, while we taking a bath Shoulders pinned against the marble, while I'm up in the mad Bath water with bubbles, hugged up like huddles And we caress and we cuddle, ain't worries or trouble Sweat pouring in puddles, cause I'm all in them hips Ain't no chains or no whips, cause the script done flipped it be a trip [Hook - 2x] [Big Pokey] Baby, I'm back in your brain Watch the screens when it rain, peep the piece and the chain Diamond white fo' runner, real leather and lumber Buttons chopping like pirhanna, holding head in my sauna Plus the four course meal, put the berries on chill Lose the skirt you dessert, the way you work it be real You ain't a freak boo, you make a nigga knees weak boo Brown skin smelling sweet, and petite too That's why I'm making you mine, locking you down Knocking you down, when it jump off I'm cocking the nine Mili', you my tests is a pillow Gon have to grind or put it down, cause I stack's up the scrilla Dope dealing and cap peeling, are some things of the past Now C.E.O. hogging the show, and smashing the gas Built to last in this game, plus I'm in it to win Just remember like I said befo', I'm all in [Hook - 2x] When I dream, you the one that I picture, I'm all in - 8x
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