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If you don’t know what a homie, lover, friend is, check it out.
Uh, a homie lover friend is what I’m lookin’ for, a girl who can connect with the things I’ve got in store. She can even kick back with the homies, playin’ spades, mackin’ aces and gettin’ paid. Too much make-up is not her style, cause when it comes to parties you know she gets buck wild. Shakin’ that rump’n thang, girl you make me wanna do some thangs. Like step up on you and freak you with the digits, 955 on and baby gets with it. So I send a shout out to you, thanks for bein’, my homie lover friend.

Here we go my friend, homie lover friend,
here we go my friend, homie lover friend.
Yeah, someone who can relate to my sex drive,
cuff her pu while we dance and she don’t mind.
And pickin’ her up is obsolite, because I see her at the club by layin’ her G. She can turn a man into a mouse in a minute. Snappin’ her fingers up and down and be through wid it.
Walkin’ away, hummin’ her favorite song, ain’t nothin’ but the rent goin’ on. Yeah, a little sassy but still cute, ain’t nothin’ but the rent, she speak the truth. She say the type of things I like to hear a homie say, like “damn R., those rims on your Benz are straight.”

Yeah, uh, a homie lover friend is something inexpensive, you pay your way, I pay my way. Don’t mind kickin’ it with the homies when we hit the show, or flex the cooler, while droolin’ over porno. Her ex would love to go strollin’, but she pages me to go bowlin’. But not quite the kinda balls that you thinkin’, uh, but the kind that be swingin’ and swingin’ and swingin’. Don’t mind looking ugly when it’s time to comie yummy yummy yummy yellin’ it feels good. So if you see me push up on me, and let me know you wanna be my homie, lover friend.

Now, if you’re a homie lover friend and you’re out there, just throw your hands in the air like you don’t care. And let me know I got the right one baby, then give me the chance to say, “I love you sweet Sadie.” Now watch my car, here’s the keys. While I get my ball on takin’ straight G’s. Uh, but some think I’m wet, my homie’s girlfriend be temptin’ me to bet. And so I sniggle as I reach into the pocket of my shorts, showin’ straight cash as a watch and credit card. Rollin’ away countin’ ends, on my way to Sizzler’s with my homie lover friend.

Yeah, let’s move it out now.
I said I need someone to satisfy my every need, homie lover friend.
I said I need someone to satisfy my every need, homie lover friend, homie lover friend.
Break it down.