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Your mine Valibrine
Why yo bassooning and ovoein'
When we really happy?
Where shall I belong
The mission of chloride
We decide
To have it
Extract gold from sand
Those certain places
And those common cases
Where gold is made
By man
It's of nature yes muthanature
Fodda thyme is ah man
Guess I'm saying
Ian I relying
That Aye-you is made by
a man
Diamond fixed
What's up trick
You got it all in yo' hand
She-it and better be
Cubic zirconia and
Gold made by ah man
Acting silly
Mad but will he
I am asking will he
Get all worked up
And think he the man
That's real crazy
Love gone save me
I believe in love
And I know that I can
Hook-up real love
That's the pow'r of loving
See that real love
Ah woman and man
Allan I am saying
The walls are swaying
Get out now
While you still can
Love was made for you
I'll stand there
And say I do
Gossip circle
Turned real purple
What I am attracting
Is outta my hands
We can do this
Us to get her
Stand up straight
Like a real man
When it ain't working
And outside are twerking
Try my best
Do all I can
I ain't perfect
Are you worth it
Me trying to be your man
Tomorrow ain't promised
Tell No-tro- dom-us
I am tryna be yo' man
I got you joke
You don't say that when you broke
Got my who-gah- gah
In yo' mouth and in yo' hands
Got me saying
Ooh la, lag, lag, la lag
Saying ooh la lag
Tryna be yo' man
Copyright ©
Allan Terry
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