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I Wanna Be Your Lady Lyrics

Artist: The Diplomats
Album: Diplomatic Immunity II

[Intro: Nicole Wray]
Boy you should know that (what?)
I got you on my mind (okay)
Your secret admirer (uhuh)
I've been watching you (killa)

[Chorus 2x]
At night I think of you (Dipset)
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on, give me a call Boo (call me up)
If your love is strong, gonna give my all to you (holla at me)

[Verse 1: Nicole Wray]
Every day I pray my heart can win (word?)
Every night I pray I can call you my man, yeah yeah yeah (okay)
I need you (need me?), I want you (want me?)
To have you, hold you, squeeze you (okay)
So I'm going out (when?), every weekend (why?)
Just to see my Boo again (okay, okay)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Girl we shoot and slug it, guns that'll move the public
Late up, Hate up, Straight Up, Hit Jacob and abuse my budget
That's bright ice, price strikes hoes truly love it
Right boo, in American Idol you all Rubben Studdard
All my jewels get smuddered, trusted I'm a thug for real
Since 'Pac and Biggie, I kept sixty and hug the steel
Now I glide, fly and ride by above the grill
And fly jets, yes where they pay me colored bills
That's Canada, Panama, Dammit Uh
Ecuador, extra whores, Penelope, Pamela
All night, more pipe, all right, girl stand up to my stamina
Look mama, I'm the monster slash damager

[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Mami said, " Como estas?", "Gracias, Muy Bien!"
Yo quiero chinchar mama, and your truly a friend
Booby, it's a dobbie, unwrap your dubby is the usually the jam
To have 'em in the jucuzzi, getting gooey again
The super dooper trooper, maneuver a smooth ride
Boo haded the true jacket, blue patches
Lotto feed bamas, now I got three commas
By bank account, that's what counts, roll that leaf mama
After cheap gonja, I go to a weed farmer
I get her purple strawberry, a peach uh-hu
Lease her, Milli Vanilli silly, all the V's are on
See the Visa like the trees, get 'em peach and chrome
I know you eat your zone, but you I wanna keep it known
F the keys to coke, is only keys to cars, keys to homes
And yes this I promise, glitz on the wrist we could fifth like congress
This I will promise, you will be astonished and I'm being honest

[Hook: Nicole Wray]
Boy you've got all I need, from what I see
And boy I'm constantly thinking of you, I just want you

[Chorus]

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