Amil

Amil - No 1 Can Compare lyrics

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Remember when we met like a year ago? 
When I was milkin' out trix like cereal 
Fuck a Chon Don Nectar Imperial 
Treat me right I'll show you wifey material 
Never would of thought we'd get down like this 
Said you never been this happy til you found this bitch 
At the Ritz countin' stacks like pounds was flipped 
In the morning go shoppin let me bounce the 6 
Get a kiss on the lips when I'm around your clique 
Get the feeling one day you'll be crownin this 
You inspire me to lace all the nouns I spit 
Compared to you them other cats don't amount to shit 
Always kept it wet like Bangladesh 
Turned me out like mesh when you spank the flesh 
Got me rotten tricken 50% and bank the rest 
Your name chipped out on my tennis anklet 

Chorus: 
You treat me right 
You make me smile 
I know you care 
No one could compare 
You show me love 
You got my back 
You always here 
No one could compare 

Ain't no nigga like the one I got my nigga 
And that's from the heart my nigga 
Cuz you brought me from the slums to the top my nigga 
Show these bitches what you got done to my watch my nigga 
Ain't a millionaire who could take your place 
Got me screamin out your name when we shake and bake 
Who dat on the other line nigga? make em wait 
Everybody told me don't fuck wit you 
But despite all the rumors I'm in love with you 
Nothing's ever too little or too much for you 
If you ever leave I wouldn't know what to do 
Shit you for me open like the bank accounts 
Started screenin calls, stopped hangin out 
Everything about you got me blankin out 
You keep satisfied plus franklyned out 

Repeat chorus 

You think you was the first to ever make me nut 
Be callin you daddy like you raised me up 
Maybe one day we'll have a lil baby us 
Growin up listenin to jay-z and stuff 
Cuz what we are- is a perfect combo 
We done come too far- to let this go 
It ain't gotta be a star- to be in my show 
When my man needs me I run to it 
When my man calls me I jump to it 
Give up everything if it come to it 
Got a ring on my left hand with lumps through it 
You my best friend, confidon, other hand 
Up in the bubble bath, makin each other laugh 
I doubt,- if I could ever give anotha the ass 
Ya'll mad- cuz this ain't what most lovers have 

Repeat chorus

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Language: English

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