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(FaNaTiX)

My babe, my love, my bub
My slime, my boo, my friend (my slime, my thot)
If the mandem buss out (sweet)
I praise me and you will end, ah
If you forgive me once (once)
You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)
My ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten?
And if my baby 'ready got a baby
I'ma love her child like she mine, yeah
Young and wavy, but I'm almost ready
You can have some more, just give it time, yeah
My babe, my love, my bub
My slime, my boo, my friend (ooh)
All I need in this life of sin
Is family, God, and you, and my pen

Uh, stick and move (stick, baby)
Win or lose (we winnin', baby)
Baby, please don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes (I ain't judgin' you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you (we share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine, would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

Look, yo
My baby, my rider, and my day dot
I ain't got say much, ah
Felt like a test in the beginnin'
But then we got an A+, ah
I love your mum, and your nan and your sister
The way that they raised ya
Can we have a lil' boy or a girl soon?
And we done Paris, the crib is a bone palace
I don't really roam for long
But I run over there like, "Give me your number, miss"
Smash that, made her wifey
I know we've got matchin' Pradas
Back then we never had matchin' Nikes
And you know she's a real one
When she don't care if you countin' M's, or tens in fiveses
Must

Stick and move (stick, baby)
Win or lose (we winnin', baby)
Baby, please don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes (I ain't judgin' you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you (we share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine, would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my-
If the man dem bust out, I bust out
I-i-i-if you forgive me once
You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)
My ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten, ten?

(FaNaTiX)
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(FaNaTiX)

My babe, my love, my bub
My slime, my boo, my friend (my slime, my thot)
If the mandem buss out (sweet)
I praise me and you will end, ah
If you forgive me once (once)
You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)
My ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten?
And if my baby 'ready got a baby
I'ma love her child like she mine, yeah
Young and wavy, but I'm almost ready
You can have some more, just give it time, yeah
My babe, my love, my bub
My slime, my boo, my friend (ooh)
All I need in this life of sin
Is family, God, and you, and my pen

Uh, stick and move (stick, baby)
Win or lose (we winnin', baby)
Baby, please don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes (I ain't judgin' you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you (we share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine, would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

Look, yo
My baby, my rider, and my day dot
I ain't got say much, ah
Felt like a test in the beginnin'
But then we got an A+, ah
I love your mum, and your nan and your sister
The way that they raised ya
Can we have a lil' boy or a girl soon?
And we done Paris, the crib is a bone palace
I don't really roam for long
But I run over there like, "Give me your number, miss"
Smash that, made her wifey
I know we've got matchin' Pradas
Back then we never had matchin' Nikes
And you know she's a real one
When she don't care if you countin' M's, or tens in fiveses
Must

Stick and move (stick, baby)
Win or lose (we winnin', baby)
Baby, please don't judge
You ain't been in my shoes (I ain't judgin' you)
Make a couple M's and that's a meal for you (we share it, baby)
Paris reservations, that's a meal for two
And if I hit one knee, say you'll never leave
You see, I'm there for mine, would you be there for me?
Through sickness and through health, would you still care for me?
Through all of my darkest nights, when nobody there for me

My babe, my love, my bub, my slime, my-
If the man dem bust out, I bust out
I-i-i-if you forgive me once
You never have to forgive me again, yeah ('gain, yeah)
My ex was a seven or eight
Could you be my ten, ten?

(FaNaTiX)
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Writer: Aaron Davis, Adrian Francis, Curtis James, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Jodie Aysha, Mark Waxkirsh, Tafadzwa Tawonezvi
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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