I just wanna be the one I just wanna be the one you love I just wanna be the one you run to when you're down I just wanna, I just wanna fly I'mma show you tonight That I'mma put it on you baby Take you past the sky Wake up in the world and I'm just

Met her in the club All the ballers showing love Can you party with a thug I'm just trying to show you love VIP we got it packed This is where the party at You're the one I wanna know So tell me how it's supposed to go I used to love 'em, leave 'em

I wanna be the reason you smile Yeah, this something special ya know, something epic Lloyd Banks, you know Cause a nigga thugging don't mean he don't Don't wanna see you smile baby After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes I'm getting the feeling

Baby, do you wanna dance? Do you wanna dance? (Do you, do you, do you, do you wanna dance?) Doo, doo, doo-doo Well, do you wanna dance, hold my hand? Tell me, I'm your lovin' man? Well, do you wanna dance under the moonlight? Hug and kiss all through the

Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

You turned off the alarms so they don't ring I don't know where we are in the grand scheme of things I just wanna be counting stars with you That you're the wisest funny one that I will ever, ever know You took all the lonely days and you made them sing

Out in the streets, they call it murder Welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, welcome to Jamrock Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at Two pound ah weed inna van back It inna your hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your backpack The smell

I just wanna fuck you You've got a husband who loves you No touching and rubbing girl Don't need you all in mine We can't be kissing and hugging girl You need to give him your quality time I just wanna fuck bad bitches All them nights I never had bitches

He don't be fuckin' you like I be fuckin' you He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time I'mma pull up on you fourth quarter when it's crunch time And you know, and you know You

Shawty wanna' thug, bottles in the club Shawty wanna' hump, you know I'd like to touch ya lovely lady lumps C-Call me, s-so I can get it juicy for ya Call me, so I can make it juicy for ya C-Call me, s-so I can make it juicy for ya Ow, uh huh no homo