Peace, Peace, Word It's your guy, DJ Klyph, coming straight out of Portland, Oregon man We're vibing with the homie, Wynne To all of the fellas out there, just so you know man She deserves it All I'm looking for is love but I won't find it in the club I don't think my hubby's in here looking for the one He prolly had some wild nights with liquor and some drugs But I bet he put it down because he wasn't having fun He probably doesn't go out on the town but when he do His boys are hype as fuck and he just steady plays it cool He'd know all of the spots but wouldn't call himself the plug He'd be way too humble, yeah my baby'd know what's up, what's up, what's up He'd probably roll the fattest blunt, knows how to dunk but wouldn't do it if you ask Designer shit for the quality, but rips off all the tags 'Cause he don't give a fuck bout brands and handles shit like 'it's a bag' Yeah, he's a grown, man He love it when I suck on him with no hands It make him want to hold me to some slow jams And he probably meditates these days and found his peace But play bout me and ask bout me and you might catch him throw hands Buh buh bow! He could beat you up Taking off my panties like a Reese's cup His fingers and his tongue are probably teamin' up, they keep me up Got the nerve to tell me when we wake up we don't sleep enough Damn bae, you get on my nerves, bet he's fly as bird But if you know him he's a nerd, keeps me reassured He's alert, keep me safe, crack my back like it's a safe Slide in like he safe, and he do me like a verb yeah And I deserve it I deserve it I deserve it I deserve it It's not too much I deserve it I deserve it I deserve it (I deserve it) I deserve it, uh And he's probably friends with women that he's never tried to fuck He's lived a couple lives and so he's never one to judge Grew up in Manhattan & out in Portland for the love But don't play with him cause he remembers where he's from Yeah treat me like a baby, I'm a baby Come on fuck me like a slut, I'm a lady I bet he's a little scared to date me Babe come pick me up, I'm fucking waiting I wanna lay on you, I wouldn't play 'bout you I hold you up like a bell, uh Fuck what they say 'bout you You got an angel around you that's givin em hell, uh Let's go to dinner at Kaan get whatever we want, then we'll hit the hotel, uh He get me wetter than ever, I bet when he get in he turn to Michael Phelps, uh He's not the type to yell, I bet he want to understand, I bet he, uh I bet he doesn't do what y'all do even though he can, uh Bet he fell in love with Good Kid, but wouldn't put it over DAMN I bet he's content where he's at but he's still working on big plans And I deserve it I deserve it I deserve it I deserve it Yeah I deserve it, uh I deserve it, uh I deserve it I deserve it