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🎙️ Intro (Spoken)
> We ain’t askin’ for perfect.
Just a man who’s built different.
Dark, tall, solid — street-raised, heart-fed.
Grown enough to lead.
Freak enough to keep up.
Real enough to stay.
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🎶 Chorus / Hook
> That real one — tall, dark, deep with the truth
Got that southern talk and them street roots
Mind like a king, freak in the sheets
Handle his biz and still bring peace
That real one — every grown woman know
He hold it down and still let her glow
You feel that heat when he step in the room
He the type that make you say, “Mmm… that’s him.”
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🎤 Verse 1
Don’t gotta remind him — he already on it
Change a tire, cook a meal, fix the moment
Handle kids, pray strong, stroke honest
Silent strength, but his presence be the loudest
Tatted arms, slow smile, voice deep
Say your name like a promise, then put you to sleep
Stand ten toes, never fold when it’s heat
Keep his circle small and his energy clean
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🎤 Verse 2
He like it nasty, respectful with power
Take his time, make you beg for an hour
Grip tight, hit right, then shower
Kiss your soul, talk goals, eat flowers
Yeah he dominant, but he gentle too
Take control, but respect your mood
He don’t play with hearts — he move with truth
And he ain’t scared of a woman that grew
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🎤 Verse 3
Black and bold, built like a blessing
Six-foot-plus, whole aura be flexin’
He don’t compete — he complete your presence
And he protect like it’s natural essence
Got dreams, got plans, got grind
Know when to lead, know when to align
Don’t fake, don’t ghost, don’t whine
He just build, love deep, and shine
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🎶 Chorus / Hook (repeat)
> That real one — tall, dark, deep with the truth
Got that southern talk and them street roots
Mind like a king, freak in the sheets
Handle his biz and still bring peace
That real one — every grown woman know
He hold it down and still let her glow
You feel that heat when he step in the room
He the type that make you say, “Mmm… that’s him.”
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🖤 Extended Outro (Finale)
> He ain’t loud — but his presence speak volumes.
Ain’t flashy — but his worth show up in every move.
He don’t take, he pours in.
He don’t control, he commands.
He the kind that make you soft in the middle of chaos.
Make you moan in the middle of prayer.
Make you laugh while he heal you.
And if you ain’t met him yet…
Don’t fold. Don’t fake. Don’t shrink.
‘Cause he only show up for the real.
He the reward for the woman who never stopped choosing herself.
That real one.
HVENLY
