Songtexte: Mary J. Blige. Good Love.

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(feat. T.I.)

Hey, grand hustle homie
Yeah, it's the king, partner
You know I could leave you
without hollerin' at you
One more time right, baby
Okay, man, go

Sexy boy, sexy boy, won't you be my...
I'm in joy, chocolate kisses, don't you see my...
I'm, boy, fixed on you tonight, boy...
Only one I want for the rest of my life, boy

Am I coming on too strong?
Do I make you nervous?
Is this the first time that you heard this?
No

Baby, you got what I want
And I think I deserve it, won't hurt it
Promise I'll be worth it

So give me that, give me that,
give me that good love
'Cause baby you're what I'm looking for
And every time you smile I want some more

So give me that, give me that,
give me that good love
Now don't you tell me, no
Just come here and give me that good love

Mercy me, mercy me, you makin' my...
Temperature, heat up, heat up, baby sky high
I don't mean to be rude
but if you don't come on
Imma' come and get you

Am I coming on too strong?
No
Do I make you nervous?
Is this the first time that you heard this?

Baby, you got what I want
And I think I deserve it, won't hurt it
Promise I'll be worth it

So give me that, give me that,
give me that good love
'Cause baby you're what I'm looking for
And every time you smile I want some more

So give me that, give me that,
give me that good love
Now don't you tell me, no
Just come here and give me that good love

So give me mine, give me mine, give me mine
Give me that, give me that, good love
So give me mine, give me mine, give me mine
Give me that, give me that, good love

Aye, where my ladies at? Throw you hands up
You see a sucka lookin' at you tell him, man up
So he bought a drink, tell him and what
That don't mean he got the right
to keep you handcuffed

You got your hair done and your toes too
You lookin' good, girl, if ain't nobody told you
Even the hood girls with the gold tooth
And working girls who buy
the purses and their own shoes

The sophisticated ladies
went to school and graduated
Who don't be drinkin' everyday '
cause this is celebratin'
Hey, pop your bottles shawty
and do your thing, ma
And let your hair down and let it hang, ma

Now all the single moms raising babies on their own
Forget your baby, daddy, baby, you don't need home
Whether you get your real hair or a weave on
Whether you get some Frankie beads or some beads on

From the A-cup to the D-cup
To the Kiki's, Nikki's and Tameka's
Listen, not only will I hit it if you throw it to me
But Imma' beat it like you stole and you owe it to me

So give me that, give me that,
give me that good love
'Cause baby you're what I'm looking for
And every time you smile I want some more

So give me that, give me that,
give me that good love
Now don't you tell me, no
Just come here and give me that good love
That good love

I know, lady, just going round
To each and every last one of you, yeah
You know I got enough volume, ladies
But that can only be one point
But you can't still call dad your man, alright
A year and a day and counting
Grand hustle homie, it's the king
Alright, I can say that, man