You're the one I'm sure in my heart Happy and free You're the one for me Let' em talk you down Call you names My mind's made up It ain't ain't gonna change

You're gonna want to wear it out Behold the fishnet slut tonight Hustle Rose goes from limb to limb Fingertip to painted lip she sways her way up to him Says, â??Now that your wallet is all lit up Now that your wallet is all lit up You're gonna want to

Don't play with me Let a nigga know now if you gon' leave or stay 'Cause I got a lot of girls that would love to take your place Girl it's gettin' too late and I ain't ain't with these games Why you wanna play with me? And girl don't play So girl don't play

Put your hair in the air Come on baby Let's go crazy We ain't ain't never gonna stop Put your hair in the air (hair up) We don't care (hair up) Hair in the air, hair in the air Put your hair

It ain't ain't me (The Bowery, whiskey neat, grateful, I'm so grateful) Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't ain't me It ain't ain't me, no, no I had a dream Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you

Ain't gonna beg you to stay Ain't Ain't no reason running after something already gone Take off your leaving dress Let's do what we do best I guess everybody's got their way of moving on Girl rest your head one more time in my bed Love me like you loved me

Gonna move up to the country Paint my mailbox blue Paint some trailin' vines and dew Well, come here, baby Sugar, let your papa take you by the hand Put some flowers on it, baby You know I'm leavin' LA, baby Don't you know this smog's got me down? I'm

You got just what I been looking for But you can't bring yourself to say no And I ain't ain't never gonna let you go That whole plane ride home And I wish I could I know I should leave you alone But this bitch is gonna drive me mad I said this bitch is gonna

I wish a motherfucka' would Tell me that I ain't ain't hip hop bitch you ain't hip hop Tell me that my shit gon' flop bitch your shit gon' flop I wish a motherfucker would, hell naw, I wish a motherfucker would Chill chill chill, let 'em rhyme man You know

We ain't ain't gon' last baby Yeah somethin' tells me Oh yeah, oh yeah Let's make it work Yo' intuition has been tellin' you Things that you never knew (never knew) Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals But still I keep it professional