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Baby girl say it right a song about how I love her

You ain't got to threaten me with a good time baby I write another and another

I write a poem for your mother until your sister that I love her

I see you doing your thing little lady

Excuse me Big things big change big Lanes Big fame, big game

That's all I'm saying little lady

Do ya thang Big Lady. Do ya thang Boss Lady

How we meet. Lemme see

I was minding my own

When she stumbled out the sky like she got plucked down by God

Of course she would say that I was checking her out I was checking her position I was checking her spot

Who me