I Love Dom

Yep

Uh, uh

Toot that, love the way you shoot that

Just got her hair did, she tryna get her groove back

Touch it like a iPad, baby, I'm a true Mac

Real **** comin through, everybody move back

Walked through the back door, they was like, "Who's that?"

6'1, brown skin, saggin', in my new hat

Had to look back when you passed 'cause it's too fat

She told me come over right now, she got a new wax

Them other hoes gone, baby girl you back

Don't throw the ice in the trash, we could use that

Got a nice bra on, baby, we could lose that

Don't say you a pro, I'ma make you prove that

I love Dom, that should be your new tat

I just wanna hit that, I could be your new bat

Walk up in the house 2 A.M. where the food at?

I'm tryna have it ready when I'm finished fuckin' you, ah

See a nice couch, but where I'm fuckin' you at?

Don't grab my, so hard, you could bruise that

I know your boyfriend just mad 'cause he do rap

But don't be on my nuts, **** it's a food tax

Hit 'em with the new blue and white just be cool hat

Number 8 Jordans, unlaced with the two straps

This is not a game or anything I can lose at

I'm standin' right here, this where you should choose at

I got her goin' Dom, got her goin' Dom

I never really let a **** ever meet my mom

But I been sorta maybe thinkin' you could be the one

And I've been sorta maybe thinkin' you could be the one

When I do hit, I'm talkin' shit before I'm done

I know you prolly want to fuck with me since we was young

I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung

I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung

Maybe I'm the one, maybe I'm the two

Maybe I'm the **** that you call when you through

Don't even trip, I got other hoes too

Maybe I didn't even really want to fuck wit' you

Had one drink, now you gettin' a lil' loose

All cranberry, bitch, that's a lil' Goose

I'm the best **** that you know near the booth

And if it's any doubt in yo mind, here's the proof

Everything I said last week was the truth

How many girls can I have till I'm through?

I don't really know what these other **** do

But you an't heard nobody like me since Snoop

Them the Bo Jacksons that I had in '92

I'ma stay fresh, bitch, that's just what I do

Burnside boys, **** reppin' for my crew

And she tell me I could get it, but I'm never in the mood

Look, I got her goin' Dom, got her goin' Dom

I never really let nobody ever meet my mom

But I been sorta thinkin' maybe you could be the one

And I been sorta thinkin' maybe you could be the one

But when I do hit, I'm talkin' shit before I'm done

I know you prolly want to fuck wit' me since we was young

I know you go slow when you tryna get me sprung

I know you go slow 'cause you tryna get me sprung

'Cause you tryna get me sprung

And she stay tryna get me

She stay tryna get me, she stay tryna get me

Yeah, she stay tryna get me like

She stay tryna get me like

Tryna get me like

Tryna get me, tryna get me

Tryna get me

Tryna get me, uh

Tryna get me, uh

Tryna get me, uh, she tryna get me

She tryna, keep tryna get me like