Wale - The Manipulation Part 2 lyrics

I got that better love that no one better love That hit it and gone tomorrow but this forever love Lemme til ur vagina is wet enough And fill ur mind with pleasant thoughts of champagne by ya tub Rose petals as you walk. You kno the floor don't need ta see ya I got that good stroke come be my mona lisa Ya see them other guys pay they mind to ur physical features And I can admire ya body but ya mind is much deepa And I found me a keepa And I found me a winner And I found me a queen. What we eatin for dinner? You kno I cook it and clean it and do wateva for ya Black motha of the earth you kno I forever owe ya I will never ignore ya cuz I'm foreva loyal Lets fall in love lemme put my seed in ya soil See it'd be a honor to create life wit ya Can I lay right wit ya? And wake you up wit light kisses? Goodmorning sunshine see the more I see ya eyes is the more that I admire ya Whenever you tired I be right there beside the pillow talkin confide Make ya secrets all mine may I sleep between ya thighs and wake up deeply in Ur heart in ur mind for foreva and repeat when we get up? I ain't even gon front girl I think you is the one So lets fall asleep with the moon and I will greet you with the sun *Seinfeld skit* That scurry love, never get married love I got that f** you and make you love me temporary love I jus pick and roll these hoes Idk even know these hoes I cut em first cut em deep I f**n sheryl crow these hoes Have that p**y like some water hose And ima need to c** first yea yall turn be optional Modify ur posture hoe mothaf** a casa no you can't see mi casa We gon rock at this econolodge You kno I'm stickin to that proper code Strapped up lock and load Go stiff that condom broke I ain't no baby father hoe, f** that baby father sh** I don't respect no brain unless we talkin that's a lot of spit Hoe I got a lot of bread lot of whips lot of chicks You can be demolished and be gone without acknowledgement This is how it gotta be this how I gotta live I don't care about ur drive unless you talkn ridin dick You is jus a groupie b**h and groupie b**h I am sick Sick of women treatin men like that lotto ticket My sh** ain't no scratch and win You jus tryna get over so baby get over... Here and get it open get it open get it open get it open...