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[Timbaland -
Uh, what's up
Why you on me?
I thought we was that
me?
Alright let me to ya, uh

- Timbaland - w/ ad libs]
C'mon baby what's the up
You carryin me like your folder
I your dinner, not your cold cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold
(Shorty)

C'mon baby what's the up
You carryin me like school folder
I want your dinner, not your cuts
Why you keep givin me the cold
(Cause I'm fly)

[Verse 1 -
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the
And I think of them times when you was lickin my
I never came in your face, you you hated the taste
a disgrace, I'd rather put my cum inside your weight plate
You comfortable now? You need toes massaged
I'm oblaged to rub 'em down, first I put on da
your favorite song, you need to take off the thong
Go head, on my neck, your doin it wrong
We could be doin it, and it, and doin it wild
I wanna lick on you and lick on you, I like you smile
I'll be in next week, can I keep an erection?
Twelve of Lifestyles is my choice of protection
See I'm than pimperific, let me be more specific
On a scale of one to ten, my sex is so
It's I'm Rick James "Superfreaky" things
I put a hot dog in your bum that sure to you cum

[Verse 2 -
Uh, it was a teenage love, a, a, a love
And I told her, don't hurt me
like the vaughn a vo in my living room den
Like it never took much to really get you back
Just some college ruled paper and my point pen
Crackers, juice, and my cranberry Benz
We circle my and we do it again
Now fast forward to my living room flo'
Where we was freakin and she speakin gettin to go
I slap broke my watch cause raggedy ho
She the time wasn't right, then she hugged me slow
Uh, it was a love, a, a, a teenage love
And I told her, don't hurt me
Can't we live like The Ropers, "Three's Company" man,

[Verse 3 -
Tell me if she it and if not
is this your spot?
I never cum in second, some for camel lot
And when I was a kid, I to fuck in the bushes
Only time I turn it is when you don't use dush
You got the "Eye of a Tiger" and pussy is fly
It's a Hall of Fame baby, gonna retire
And I aspire to be of convenience for you
But we fuckin in the bed, let's cut in the living
You likin my pimperation, do I calm your
bein pleased, so you settle with masturbation
I got a 'C' on my chest cause I'm when cuttin
Give me fifteen minutes, guarantee you'll be and cummin