Let Me Love You The ReJ3ctz (Ft. Chris Brown)
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[Intro]
(Bla-Bla-Bla-Blaq Tuxedo)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, The ReJ3ctz]
I-I-I can be your knight in armour
You can be my Cinderella
Let me love you, hey, let me love you, hey
Let me love you, hey, ooh-ooh (Oh-oh)
'Cause, girl, I know your love was right
On the phone, we'd talk all night
If you ready, we can get away
Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, I got it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh), I got it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I-I-I-I got it like (Ha, ha)
Girl, I know your love was right
On the phone, we'd talk all night (Ooh)
If you ready, we can get away
Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place (Listen, player, oh-oh)
[Verse 1: The ReJ3ctz]
She the bomb like tick-tick, eat it like a pig
Gotta get a dyke chick, heard that her head sick
Around the world, I done been, no Affleck
And you can come and join me, be my first round draft pick
A true queen out the deck, no contract
And if you with the hatin', go to H-E Double Hockey Sticks
I-i-it's official, I'ma stamp it like a post office
Ge-ge-get it wet, Coast Guard
Ba-ba-baby, I'm the girls dem suga, smokin' on the dowel
I ain't no Trey Songz, but I'll make you say ahh
All aboard, take a ride in my lil' boat (Oh)
And I'll knock every wave in your lil' coast (Rrr)
To keep our freaky secrets close like a love note
And I'm married to my money, that's a lil' joke
Don't want your lady, but she's bad like Medusa
She's my one and I protect her, oh, it's on
(Bla-Bla-Bla-Blaq Tuxedo)
[Chorus: Chris Brown, The ReJ3ctz]
I-I-I can be your knight in armour
You can be my Cinderella
Let me love you, hey, let me love you, hey
Let me love you, hey, ooh-ooh (Oh-oh)
'Cause, girl, I know your love was right
On the phone, we'd talk all night
If you ready, we can get away
Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, I got it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh), I got it like
Ooh-ooh-ooh, I-I-I-I got it like (Ha, ha)
Girl, I know your love was right
On the phone, we'd talk all night (Ooh)
If you ready, we can get away
Money ain't a thing, girl, you just work the place (Listen, player, oh-oh)
[Verse 1: The ReJ3ctz]
She the bomb like tick-tick, eat it like a pig
Gotta get a dyke chick, heard that her head sick
Around the world, I done been, no Affleck
And you can come and join me, be my first round draft pick
A true queen out the deck, no contract
And if you with the hatin', go to H-E Double Hockey Sticks
I-i-it's official, I'ma stamp it like a post office
Ge-ge-get it wet, Coast Guard
Ba-ba-baby, I'm the girls dem suga, smokin' on the dowel
I ain't no Trey Songz, but I'll make you say ahh
All aboard, take a ride in my lil' boat (Oh)
And I'll knock every wave in your lil' coast (Rrr)
To keep our freaky secrets close like a love note
And I'm married to my money, that's a lil' joke
Don't want your lady, but she's bad like Medusa
She's my one and I protect her, oh, it's on
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