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I need a, I want a

I need a man to ride, ride, ride
I need a man to be my wife
I need a man who's mine all mine
I need a man in my life

Yo, I'm not internationally known on the microphone
I got not it all, but I really need a man at home
I don't really like the zone, never spend the night alone
I got a few, you would like to bone
But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy
that's not what my plans be
I need a man that could stand me, raise with me a family

Most of those men be confusing me
I don't know if they really love me or they using me
Maybe is the money, or maybe you ain't used to me
'Cause you was depressed and now you abusing me
That's why I need a man that be true to me
Know bout the game, and know how to do to me
Without a man on my side, shit I ruin me
Forget the word, it's just you and me
Now let's ride

Yo, now I have had a lot of men in my lifetime
But see it's not a lot of men that got the right mind
I done had pretty men with all the right features
And hood rat men that only rock sneakers
Cell phones and beepers, and know how to treat ya
You break his heart, he'll walk out and leave ya
I find a man I'ma keep him
'Cause now I'm getting money and the game getting deeper
I want some real shit, I need somebody I can chill with
I need somebody I can build with
I need somebody I can hold tight
With the time and no full limits, no right
Anytime we together would feel so right
You the man I been looking for my whole life
God bless me, I'm glad I got the insight
Because of you man now I understand me

I want a man that would've died for me
I want
First we be friends then became lovers
You be more than my man, we be like brothers
All night we would play fight under covers
Now you gone, can't love you like I really want to
But every time I think about your pretty smile
And how we used to drive the whole city wild
Damn I wish you would've had my child
A pretty little girl wit Diddy's style
This shit is wild
All damn days that I reminisce
About the way I use to kiss them pretty lips
But as long as you happy, I'ma tell you this
I love you man