Magazine

Your something out a magazine
Your my pageant beauty queen
Girl I see you in my dreams
You done turned me to a fein
I don't really know ya Last name but Ima turn it to mines
I ain't nothing like ya last man
Ima treat you so right

Ohhhh

You don't know what you do to me
Wanna have some kids maybe 2 or 3
Spend 200 bands on some jewelry
(Drip)
You can bring ya friends ain't no Foolery
It's cool to me
Cause the money ain't ruling me
Just as long as I got you
Yea baby
Ima feel like a king
Take my hand
So I can give you this ring

Then it's all right
Sexing to all night
I ain't stopping
In it all night
Hit it slow like ohh
On the floor like ohh
On the bed like ohh
In the air like uhhh

Your something out a magazine
Your a pageant beauty queen
Girl I see you in my dreams
You done turned me to a fein
I don't really know ya
Last name but ima turn it to mines
I ain't nothing like ya last man
Ima treat you so right

Uhhh

I know that you've been treated wrong
But here is not what's going on
This could be our wedding song
Ohhh
Go head and throw that dress on
(Sexy)
Looking good in ya heels
Yeah
Got a nigga throwing hundred dollar Bills yeah
House on the hills
Yeah
Swimming pool
While I'm cooking on the grills
Yeah

With it all night
I can spend it all night
We'll be all right
Show you how to ball like me

Your something out a magazine
Your a pageant beauty queen
Girl I see you in my dreams
You done turned me to a fein
I don't really know ya
Last name but ima
Turn it to mines
I ain't nothing like ya last man
Ima treat you so right



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Writer(s): Emmanuel Rabel
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