Every time that I get up on my microphone
I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl
Come on
Come on
Every time that I get up on the microphone
I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl
Come on
Come on
I don't care where you're from
The first time that I saw you, girl, you had me sprung
Just the way that my name rolls off your tongue
Damn near knocked all the wind out my lungs
Baby girl, you the one, you the maximum
You got every man beggin' for scraps and crumbs
I can't front!
I want it all in one lump sum
But girl, you got me sitting on my hands and thumbs
I ain't done!
Girl, you've got the magic touch
You seen every man out here and passed him up, except one
Baby girl, that's what's up
I can't wait for the day when we hanging tough, I said...
I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it
Oh, I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it
Said, I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it
Oh, I'm not sure what you did to me, but I like it, I love it oh!
Every time that I get up on the microphone
I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl
Come on
Come on
Every time that I get up on the microphone
I gotta dedicate a rhyme to you, girl
Come on
Come on
Girl, you look so good, wanna drive it on home like a nail through wood
Girl, you look so nice, every time you walk by make a man look twice
Girl, you look so fine, wanna say so much, can you make a little time?
Girl, you look so cute, women getting at me just to get at you, uh
The Lyrics Born Variety Show, season 3
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