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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLet Me Love You (The Rej3ctz feat. Chris Brown & Blaq Tuxedo)
I can be your knight in armorYou can be my CinderellaLet me love you, hey, let me love you, heyLet me love you, hey, ohGirl, I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready we can get awayMoney ain't a thing, girl, you just work the placeOoh, ooh, I got it likeOoh, ooh, I got it likeOoh, I-I-I-I got it likeGirl I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready we can get awayMoney ain't a thing, girl, you just work the placeShe the bomb like tick tick, eat it like a pigGotta get a dyke chick, heard that her head sickAround the world I done been, no AffleckAnd you can come and join me, be my first round draft pickA true queen out the deck, no contractAnd if you with the hatin' go to H-E-double hockey sticksIt's official, I'ma stamp it like a post officeGet it wet, Coast GuardBaby I'm the girls, them suga, smokin' on the towel, boyI ain't no Trey Songz but I'll make you say ahhAudible, take a ride in my lil' boatAnd I'll knock every wave in your lil' coastTo keep our freaky secrets close like a love noteAnd I'm married to my money, that's officialDon't want your lady but she's bad like MedusaShe's my war and I protect her, oh it's onI can be your knight in armorYou can be my CinderellaLet me love you, hey, let me love you, heyLet me love you, hey, ohGirl, I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready we can get awayMoney ain't a thing, girl, you just work the placeOoh, ooh, I got it likeOoh, ooh, I got it likeOoh, I-I-I-I got it likeGirl I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready we can get awayMoney ain't a thing, girl, you just work the placeBaby all that, Kel call KeenanText T-Pain, bet he won't believe itJimmy Choo pumps, feet so spoiledHeard you love to make it rain and you need it like soilWhat's the word, mama? Listen hurr mamaMan actin' sus, kick him to the curb, mamaYeah you want the bomb, you lookin' at OsamaCremate the p**y, leave it in the urn, mamaJust playin', we can live it upDo it B. I. g. , bring your fam, call it clumpsAss fatter than a Swat pasta with the mumpsProlly thinkin' this a dream 'cause my love got you drunkOnly time she quiet, she breakin' down a bluntShe say she got my back, and she'll never frontAll state bounce, she's in good handsTime to put the sheet on her, Ku Klux KlanI can be your knight in armorYou can be my CinderellaLet me love you, hey, let me love you, heyLet me love you, hey, ohGirl, I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready we can get awayMoney ain't a thing, girl, you just work the placeOoh, ooh, I got it likeOoh, ooh, I got it likeOoh, I-I-I-I got it likeGirl I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready we can get awayMoney ain't a thing, girl, you just work the placeI can be your knight in armorYou can, you can, you can be my CinderellaGirl I know your love was rightOn the phone, we talk all nightIf you ready, let me love you, heyLet me love youIf you ready, let me love you, heyLet me love you, hey
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