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Put the fuckin' mic on Mic is on Joe Crack the Don uh Yeah, Yeah, y'all Irv Gotti What's love? Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad It should be about us Be about trust [Chorus] What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) What's love? It's about us (It's about us) It's about trust babe (Be about trust) What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) What's love? It should be about us (It should be about us) It should be about trust babe (Be about trust) Slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady I wanna chick with thick hips that licks her lips She can be the office type or like to strip Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye But you talk too much man your ruinin' my high Don't wanna lose the feelin' Cause the roof is chillin' It's on fire and you lookin' good for the gettin' I'm rida Whether in a hoodie or a linen I'm a provider You should see the jewelery on my women And I'm livin' it up The squad stay feelin' the truck With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh You say you got a man and you're in love But what's love gotta do with a little menage After the party just me and you Could just slide for a few and she could come too [Chorus] Mami I know you got issues You got a man but you need to understand That you got something with you Ass is fat, frame is little Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop You Need to come a little closer (closer) And let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed to Please believe, you leave with me We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E You need to trust the god and jump in the car For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal [Chorus] Yo I stroll in the club with my hat down Michael Jack style, high steppin' who the mack now? Not my fault that they love the kid Might be the chain or the whip, I don't know what it is We just party and bullshit Come on mommy put your body in motion You gotta nigga open You came here with the heart to cheat So you need to sing the song with me All my ladies come on When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh) Don't want your stacks (Yeah) Just break my back (Uh) Gonna cut you no slack (Whoo) 'Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, come on) Come on (Yeah, Yeah, y'all) and put it on me (Yeah, yeah y'all) On me (I'm put it on ya girl) [Chorus: x2]
Written by: IRVING LORENZO, ANDRE PARKER, GRAHAM LYLE, JEFFREY ATKINS, CHRISTOPHER RIOS, JOSEPH CARTAGENA, TERRENCE BRITTEN
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