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Wanna get to know you Lyricsby 50 Cent Buy album CD: Other Songs MAG - WIN [Chorus] I wanna get to know you I really wanna fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm really gonna drive you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm really gonna drive you, crazy [Young Buc] Im lovin' how you look in my eyes Swingin' them hips when you pass I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass, baby Jump on this Harley Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley Sip some Bacardi Then go pull up at the afterparty I think we make a perfect couple But you think I'm trouble Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman" Think im'a be chasin' a chicken head - you on somethin' Your toes painted hair fixed all the time And your Gucci boots the same color as mine If you read between the lines you can see that I want you I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do Make a decision shorty good things don't last long Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong Before I head home Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn If you come outside you know it's on Holla atcha boy! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Lately she's been frustrated with the baller Wonder why I don't call her Maybe because I'm busy and she need someone to spoil her It gets annoyin from time to time I gotta ignore her In order to let her know that we friends and nothing more She loves it when I'm in town Hate it when I'm not around I get her and were it down Next door neighboors hear the sound Pictures hittin' the ground It's enough to hold us down I'm stickin' n' moving n' cruising after the third round Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady I admit I fell in love with her frame And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name Her panties wet over fame Fell in love with my chain I wonder if I wasn't a entertainer would she remain Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my old lady I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie! [Chorus] [50 Cent] (Yeah) What would fuck me up more Watching her lick her lips Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man I sweet talk her if she like Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right, right? Look I'm legit now I used to break laws Now you can reap the benefit of world tours Big house big Benz girl it yours Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws You ain't got to look like a model for me to adore you All you gotta do is love me and be loyal Don't indulge in my past fuck what happened before you Cause of me some honies gon' hate you that never saw you Come here let my touch on you I'll let you touch on me Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me Let me ride on you and you can ride on We can do it all the night We can have a balla night [Chorus] I wanna get to know you I really fuck you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm really gonna drive you, crazy I wanna be your lover I wanna get to know you, baby I'm lost in your lovin' I'm really gonna drive you, crazy I wanna be your lover I really need to stand you, baby I wanna be your lover I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.
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