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[Kobe:]

Check this out though

Real love last, now do you love me or my cash?

My name, fame, drop top, Benz or the wooden dash?

You know my stash, from Georgie cash

Platinum, US express, no paper cash

Spend it all now, or kiss to be rich cash

Hash, stocks and bonds, laugh when they crash

Are you the type that brag the jewels you flash

The type-type with your ex-man and push his Jag

The type that love no scrubs or pigeons and got mad

The type that can't stand a women with her own cash

You know, like lime, claim she ain't rat

The type that get loud in public, refrain my hand from a slap

No time for y'all, too busy for y'all

Plenty of dimes turn me on and turn me off tryin' to show off

Get lost, grow up, real women, roll up

Let yourself go, if you feel this, let me know

C'mon

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[Tyra (Kobe):]

K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you (Bounce wit' me, bounce wit' me)

K-O-B-E, I L-O-V-E you (Right, right, uh, uh, uh)

 

[Kobe:]

Think ya eyein' me, all along, I'm eyein' you

The hunter becomes the hunted, girl, I'm preying on you

Beautiful, the feelings we share are mutual

Passion that's telling me so for us is suitable

Un-controllable desire flows through me

When you say my name, such lust in your slang

No time for games, the games I play, all the same

Can't get witcha, when the door hitcha, when the Lord splitcha

I figure, hour-glass figures could be dangerous

Cuz if your time runs out, they frame you for your clout

And having a past, well, I stereotype glass

All dimes ain't money, ass, and feignin' for a brother's cash

Slash fame, slash power, slash repsect

All of the above, makes me a supreme threat for scrubs

Love but do you want? One more 'gain, let me know

The words flow, from the bottom of your soul

C'mon

 

[1: to fade]

 

[Kobe:]

It's like that

Right

KB

TB

Flawless

Like that, spit it out

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