Wale - The Manipulation Pt. 2

I got that better love that no one better love
That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love
Lemme mind you 'til your vagina is wet enough
And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub
Rose petals as you walk you know the floor don't need ta see ya
I got that good stroke come be my Mona Lisa
Ya see them other guys pay they mind to your physical features
And I can admire ya body but ya mind is much deeper
And I found me a keeper
And I found me a winner
And I found me a queen what we eatin' for dinner?
U know I cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya
Black motha of the earth you know I forever owe ya
I will never ignore ya cuz I'm foreva loyal
Lets fall in love and lemme put my seed in ya soil
See it'd be a honor to create life wit ya
Can I lay right wit ya?
And wake you up wit light kisses?
Goodmorning sunshine see the more I see ya eyes is the more that I admire ya
Whenever you tired I be right there beside the pillow talkin confide
Make ya secrets all mine may I sleep between ya thighs
And wake up deeply in your heart
In your mind for foreva and repeat when we get up?
I ain't even gon front girl I think you is the one
So lets fall asleep with the moon and I will greet you with the sun
Thank you very much

That scurry love, never get married love
I got that fuck you and make you love me temporary love
I just pick and roll these hoes
I don't even know these hoes
I cut 'em first cut 'em deep I fuckin' Sheryl Crow these hoes
Have that pussy like some water hose
And I'ma need to cum first yea y'all turn be optional
Modify your posture hoe mothafuck a casa no you can't see mi casa
So we gon rock at this econolodge
You know I'm stickin' to that proper code
Strapped up lock and load
Go stiff that condom broke
I ain't no baby father hoe, fuck that baby father shit
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin thats a lot of spit
Hoe I got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks
U can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement
This is how it gotta be this how I gotta live
I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick
U is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch I am sick
I am sick of women treatin' men like that lotto ticket
My shit ain't no scratch and win
You just tryna get over so baby get over
Here and get it open get it open get it open get it open

Written by:
Olubowale Victor Akintimehin

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