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wale - the manipulation 2 lyrics

i got that better love that no one better love
that hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love
lemme mine ya til ur v-g-n- is wet enough
and fill ur mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub
rose petals as u walk. u kno the floor dont need ta see ya
i got that good stroke come be my mona lisa
ya see them other guys pay they mind to ur physical features
and i can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa
and i found me a keepa
and i found me a winner
and i found me a queen. what we eatin for dinner?
u kno i cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya
black motha of the earth u kno i forever owe ya
i will never ignore ya cuz im foreva loyal
lets fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil
see itd be a honor to create life wit ya
can i lay right wit ya?
and wake u up wit light kisses?
goodmorning sunshine see the more i see ya eyes is the more that i admire ya
whenever u tired i be right there beside the pillow talkin confide
make ya secrets all mine may i sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in
ur heart in ur mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
i ain’t even gon front girl i think u is the one
so lets fall asleep with the moon and i will greet u with the sun
-seinfeld skit-
that scurry love, never get married love
i got that f-ck u and make u love me temporary love
i jus pick and roll these hoes
idk even know these hoes
i cut em first cut em deep i f-ckn sheryl crow these hoes
have that p-ssy like some water hose
and ima need to c-m first yea yall turn be optional
modify ur posture hoe mothaf-ck a casa no u can’t see mi casa
we gon rock at this econolodge
u kno im stickin to that proper code
strapped up lock and load
go stiff that condom broke
i ain’t no baby father hoe, f-ck that baby father sh-t
i dont respect no brain unless we talkin thats a lot of spit
hoe i got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks
u can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement
this is how it gotta be this how i gotta live i dont care about ur drive unless u talkn ridin d-ck
u is jus a groupie b-tch and groupie b-tch i am sick
sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket
my sh-t ain’t no scratch and win
u jus tryna get over so baby get over..here and get it open get it open get it open get it open….

- wale lyrics

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