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Rolling Stones Ain T That Loving You Baby

Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that loving you so? Ain't that loving you baby? Ain't that

you! You don't wanna fuck with me Girls neither - you ain't nuttin but a slut to me Bitch I'ma kill you! You ain't got the balls to beef We ain't gon'

you baby Yup yup See I ain't try to hurt you baby No no, no I just wanna work you baby If you scared you better run (You better run) You better run (

right here my nigga Yeah, +Open Bar+ nigga, we gettin fucked up Three four in the morning, ain't no time limits Huh huh, you ain't tryin to hotbox with us nigga Roll

, one smile and a drink I say a couple words, and she might be a link I like the fact that she ain't wearin' a ring And she ain't lookin' at him We're

money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed

shoot guns and dices What the price is, scratch that we don't ask that We blast that gat in yo mouth, where the cash at? That's how I roll drugs get

mine, you can't rhyme The style you got is all mine And when I see you, bitch, I'm going in your pockets double time And it's like that, you don't want

mine, you can't rhyme The style you got is all mine And when I see you, bitch, I'm going in your pockets double time And it's like that, you don't want