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I´m feelin´ on these silk sheets
And I´m feelin´ up these silk sheets
With legs (Legs), hips (Hips), thighs (Thighs), ass (Ass)

I´m feelin´ on these silk sheets
Oh, I´m feelin´ so alone
Wish I had a man to make me whole, whole
Turn this big ass house into a home, home

And I, I´m watchin´ my cellphone ring
Watchin´ my shit light up
I got hood niggas blowin´ me up, I
I, I, I, I, I
Not tonight, tonight, tonight
I got a new type, new type, new type
New type

Trick daddy lookin´ motherfucker
Swear ´fore God I never wanna see another
Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under

Arguin´ on the phone with your ugly baby mother
Sleepin´ on the couch of the house of your mother (No)
You can´t live with me so won´t you try and find another?
Fuckin´ round with me, you gon´ end up on your own
Have your stuff out on the street, won´t you go and call Tyrone-rone?

I know I´m ugly but I´m interesting, you know I´m flirtin´ with ya (Oh)
You want the perfect picture, no filter, simple livin´
Simpin´, always listen, guilt him so there´s no suspicion
Low ambition, wanna live his life without my BM in my DM saying do you miss him

I show up with a happy meal, your attitude ain´t happy
You tell my son his daddy broke, he hear you laughin´ at me
(Nigga, get the fuck outta here with that broke ass McDonald´s)
I´m from around the way, your cousin went to Abernathy
I knew you when your wig ain´t had no lace, I loved you nappy
Girl, now why you cappin´? That ass ain´t yours, I can´t afford, I´m waitin´ on my taxes
But you look good, been on your Erykah, I drive through Texas
You said to call Tyrone, you know they booked him in January
I´m doin´ 9 to 5, he wanna eat off my commissary
You want me doin´ life, I´m not the type to wife

And call me triflin´ but I ain´t no

Trick daddy lookin´ motherfucker
Swear ´fore God I never wanna see another
Hoes on the top, on the bottom, way up under
Arguin´ on the phone with your ugly baby mother (No)
Sleepin´ on the couch of the house of your mother
You can´t live with me so won´t you try and find another?
Fuckin´ round with me, you gon´ end up on your own
Have your stuff out on the street, won´t you go and call Tyrone-rone?