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• I Gotta Chick • | by Tyrese feat. Tyga & R. Kelly
(Chorus:)
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her.

I fucks with her heart, call it my little ghetto sex soldier
And she ain’t like them other chicks
(Got a nigga obey)
Like a fucking bag of chips
So she got enough respect to make a nigga feel like a president
(The best of her)
Shawty ain’t playin’ sex so good she just got me sayin’, man
I toast to the way that she do me, she put it on me
She’ll even bring a friend for me
And that’s why I buy her everything
Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club

(Chorus:)
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her

I ain’t gotta tell her but once, whatever it is
She gonna do it like ain’t shit to it like
Don’t listen to your friends no matter what they’re telling you
You should listen to your man cause we gonna ride forever
We be in the Phantom gloss doing the most
Got a lot of haters jealous cause we’re still together
This right here’s gonna last forever
Its you and me together through the stormy weather
That’s why I buy her everything
Cause she is the baddest thing up in the club

(Chorus:)
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her

Hold up baby kick my feet up
On the table dinner ready that’s my baby
Cook my favorite spaghetti
Angel hair fettuccine then we fuck until we dreamin’
Wakin’ up around eleven now we rollin’ like it’s Cali
Got a fine dark skin like Keisha up in belly
Oh really? I ain't ready, commitment is just too heavy
I ain’t trippin’ she ain’t trippin’
She ain’t flippin’ to my celly
We’re both grown, lower your tone I’m just kiddin’
We both winnin’, like Jordan to the Pippen
Hope you ain’t feelin’ different ‘cause most of them girls was digits
With you I play my cards right royal flush finish (oh)
Gotta chick that love me no attitude she hug me
Li-lick me down and rub me lo-loyal when she for me
Too many on me on me push em to the side
‘Cause they ain’t gonna ride
Like my chick that love me.

(Chorus x2:)
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love, I gotta chick that love me
I gotta chick that love me, I gotta chick that love me
And she’ll do anything for me that’s why I fucks with her
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