[Chorus]
How you say my love in spanish? (Mi amor)
(How you say my love in thug) Can I hit it raw?
In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor
(Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more
(Tráteme especial means treat me special)
I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso
(Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before)
(Easy papi) Yeah, teach me more
[Jay-Z]
I like fast cars, I love faster chicks
You don't need a small waist, I take ass and tits
Love chicks that deep throat, love being left alone
on a Sunday afternoon with the remote
Love having my cake plus eating it too
Shit, I got cake what the fuck I'm 'posed to do
Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe
Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too
Love sexing girls on that boricua shit
Love black girls that's when the Levi's fit
Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit
If at first I don't succeed, then believe I split
Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me
Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (Bout it)
Game got inherited
Mama said if you find love you better cherish it
Teach me!
[Chorus]
I like to slow dance, I like to romance
I like to, stroll through the park holding hands
Ask me how my day was, tell me "Ma looking pretty"
On Sundays in the cut watching "Sex and the City"
Having long talks and good loving in the morning
Walk them dogs when my body is calling
Flesh air force cuts a wound with a line
No stress of course, cause I don't have the time
Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, 'cause
I'm rolling with ya and I hate a silly nigga
Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it
You bugging out of line on that thug shit is nothing
Dealt with cats before that I had to train
Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame
One who played basketball and I had more game
So por favor, papi stay in your lane
[Chorus]
How you say my love in spanish? (Mi amor)
(How you say my love in thug) Can I hit it raw?
In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor
(Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more
(Tráteme especial means treat me special)
I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso
(Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before)
(Easy papi) Yeah, teach me more
[Jay-Z]
I like fast cars, I love faster chicks
You don't need a small waist, I take ass and tits
Love chicks that deep throat, love being left alone
on a Sunday afternoon with the remote
Love having my cake plus eating it too
Shit, I got cake what the fuck I'm 'posed to do
Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe
Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too
Love sexing girls on that boricua shit
Love black girls that's when the Levi's fit
Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit
If at first I don't succeed, then believe I split
Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me
Moms allowed it, daddy was about it (Bout it)
Game got inherited
Mama said if you find love you better cherish it
Teach me!
[Chorus]
I like to slow dance, I like to romance
I like to, stroll through the park holding hands
Ask me how my day was, tell me "Ma looking pretty"
On Sundays in the cut watching "Sex and the City"
Having long talks and good loving in the morning
Walk them dogs when my body is calling
Flesh air force cuts a wound with a line
No stress of course, cause I don't have the time
Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, 'cause
I'm rolling with ya and I hate a silly nigga
Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it
You bugging out of line on that thug shit is nothing
Dealt with cats before that I had to train
Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame
One who played basketball and I had more game
So por favor, papi stay in your lane
[Chorus]
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