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Special

Ah man,

Ey game, don't tell me you love her

(i mean I like the bitch I don't love her)

Next thing you know you gun be all boogo upped with her and shit

(fuck that)

[Chorus: x2]

Girl ill do anything to make you feel special

Man its easy to see you special to me

Weather we lovers or friends we'll always be

I want you to know, your special

L.A.X. to J.F.K. that's where it all happened

Caught you walkin' out that Gucci store in Manhattan

I was in chains and cuffs, you was with cha girls

I was in that aftermath chain, you was in pearls

It was me against the world, baby girl

You had dreams of startdiling,

The prince of Compton meets the queen of Harlem

First date at mr choas it was coushier? I would coach ya

La pearl, Gucci, Lou, Finde, Prada, Dolce

Runnin circles in my living room, tearing up sofas

Meclarin or rover, fuck it ma lets tear up the highway

Let the sprewells spin till the plates fell off

Then we could go 1 on 1 at dres house

Jeans painted with the waist cut out

You rockin' the fly way that lil bit of compton mixed with (bed sty way)"?

And girl I'm not trying to excite you,

I'm tryna wife you, bamboo earing, white air nike you

Ya

[Chorus: x2]

I like your style, like the way you move, the way you talk

The way you smile, the way you swingin' them hips when you walk

The way you look, the way you ride when you workin' them thighs

The way you lickin' your lips when you look in my eyes

You down for me, I'm down for you

You go down on me, ill go down on you

I want to do all the things that your man won't do

I'm from the hood, so I know how to handle you

Keep you in pink rocks and g-unit canvas shoes

Show you how to gangsta lean when the Lambo move

I'll take you to new york city, Atlanta too

Show you how to fly them birds and them hammers through

And you know

[Chorus: x2]

Let me tell you bout the birds and bees

How I stand on the block all day and flip birds and keys

Your boyfriend don't like me, cause he don't get a fourth of my cheese

And you can take back the Porsche and his keys

Hop in the range rover, you ain't gotta force him to leave

I gotta chrome four four on my jeans

You got Gucci frame covering the mark on your face

Cause he don't want you to leave and I don't want you to stay

Sometimes I want to snatch that nigga out the C-L-K

I know he treating you like k-ci did Mary j

I want to ease ya pain, kick off your Lou Sandles

Let me, whip your tears with my g-unit bandanna

Make me want to peal you out them jeans when you rockin' 'em

Its "me and my girlfriend" like Tupac and them

Jay-z and Beyonce or bobby and Whitney

We the oh 5 Bonnie and Clyde, you feel me

[Chorus: x2]

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written by WAKEMAN, RICK / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / CAIN, KHARI / TAYLOR, JAYCEON TERRELL

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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