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Steal Away (In Album No More Drama) Lyrics
I've been thinking lately baby
Maybe we should leave here tonight
Ive been pushing papers crazy
Even if it's wrong i feel it's right
Maybe we could make sweet love
Girl i know it feels so good
In order to escape this pressure
You know what? we should

Steal away steal away
Before a day, we'll never say
We should've left, much more soon
For one night last, share the moon
Can we make love, all damn day

You know I really need you sugar
I want you to make me your wife
I can't wait to leave out
So we can be together no doubts
That my love, it has no limits
So i will wipe away your frown
Packed all my sexy secrets
Now i'll join you for the rest of my life


For sure ma i'll steal away
Car keys to my mens Benz and peel away
Spillin zay, whether your man like it or not
He aint diggin it right
So I'mma be pipin' a lot
I see a hot mami hold on if you able
We put a flick on your hand
I'll floss your navel
What it calls im able to make you happy
Wether it's the back of da fo' dot six in the Navi
Blakets and pillow fluffed up
And we shine like we Puffed up
Blowin that dro till we fucked up
His luck's up, I just stole his honey
Own his honey he whiLing like I stole his money
His gold is honey cuz my gold is money
He can have my wife, while me and you live a lavish life
Wit ya V secret satin type, thongs and bras
I'm hoping to god this aint no mirage



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