All the time I turn around brothas gather 'roundAlways looking at me up and down looking at my (uh)I just wanna say it nowI ain't tryin' to round up drama, little mamaI don't wanna take your manAnd I know I'm comin' off just a little bit conceitedAnd I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat itBut I'm tryin' to tell that I can't be treated like clientele'Cause they say she delicious (so delicious)But I ain't promiscuousAnd if you was suspiciousAll that shit is fictitiousI blow kisses (mwah)That puts them boys on rock, rockAnd they be lining down the blockJust to watch what I got (got, got, got, got)Four, tres, two, uno

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