Then I Hope You Like The Desert

Lights Out Asia

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In the Days of Jupiter

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[Intro] Yeah Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me, let me yah [Verse 1] One time for the, for the, for the dime divas Whip out in the front, she own the keys like Alicia Bills all in her pocket, seeing twins like Tia And she so more than a woman like Aaliyah West side story, Maria, Maria And I'm a meat cleaver, such an honor to meet ya Put my straw in it, trying to treat it like CapriSun Such a sex appeal, I'm trying to beat it like Vegeta Okay, way out of the box with that Round one, round two, round three, water break Round four, five, six, seven, and etcetera Head with the Excedrin, knock it out like a boxing mat Props to her competitors, 'cause ain't nobody topping that I'm in it closer to forever than you ever thought to track Now these niggas mocking that, I'm walking out in moccasins I do the impossible, unthinkable, I'm topping that I'm on top of that la just like a Dodger hat Fabulous, roger that, dive in it like goggles, ah Snatch her jeans off from her pockets or her belt loop Bet he melt Boop, nigga ain't nobody hot as that I dig that Hermione, hope she ain't Harry Potter cat But Harry Potter cool though, but I'm never watching that It just got real explicit fast, so nigga, let me bring it back But who gives a shit when you gettin' no recognition, mama [Verse 2] Let's have fun, let me take you places Expensive dinner, tip the waiter, make him wait, and Tell him to keep the change, but still take the change (ha) I'm Jet 2 fly, they just paper planing It's just me, us, her, nigga Raymond, Raymond Ne-Yo, slow mo', make her sing the say it Out loud like ow, I'ma say it, say it Ride it like a old Bronco, Terrell Davis, baby Plenty beautiful female faces I just look and hit a session, I don't touch or chase 'em I don't spend no dough, except for the one I'm waiting 'Cause I ain't trying to be another ex like Jason (eww) Money ain't everything, but to be realistic Which girl ain't a little materialistic I'm on my cool shit, sticking like a glue stick So when they see her, they ain't gotta ask who you with [Verse 3] Maybe I get a little crazy But crazy's cool, gotta we the pretty ladies I give her a meat dinner, then a daisy Beat it 'til I feel lazy (haha) With my little china doll, no Beijing Flag around six, leave her waters all raging Make her throw it back like beepers and paging I leave her eyes all squinted like Asians My mind's in a dazing Chilling with dime divas in a Days Inn (ha) Be in it 'til I shrivel like a raisin Or at the Ramada with my rider, no plagiarism Providing everything I'm craving Clap on lights, on or off, or we can do it like we caved in Baby, I'm on fire, you can find me with the cavemen I pave the way like the pavement, baby I ain't been in the streets like the sidewalk But bet I still know the streets like the white line chalk Scorpio soul, girl what's your sign Well, I don't really mind, I just love the way a dime walk Put me in the game, I go all four quarters And we can record it, or no recording, hit it like Joey Porter Girl I'm all around you like borders Just 'cause you know your sports like Michelle Tafoya Play by play, but I'm the first with the inches Baby, this a contact sport, no lenses Sport those lenses, D&G, BCBG, Versace, Louis and BeBe Oh, you fancy then, huh? Word to T.I., but girl you're the I-T With an S-H in front of that like sheisty But, not sheisty, just ooh I hope you like me Ooh I, ooh I hope you like me, ooh I, ooh I hope you like me (Haha) Give you that good lovin' Be nice, or I can go in it rough, hood lovin' It's whatever you like, you can have it Ain't a bitch, but you the baddest You the baddest-bitch I know And I know I'm so, I'm so in love with a diva Recognize her when I see her When I see her I'ma treat her either Sweater than treats or Treat her to dinner, or treat her like dinner, eat (haha) Think I need a breather, or need her Either or, I never keep a score, plus stripes I referee her On it like a t-shirt, I never leave her Neither am I ever too eager I can stick to the main, forget the dessert Might one knee her like one knee hurt Just to reciprocate the love in return No recognition