| Nineteen, skin color: Dairy Queen
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| White pill, gin and tonic with some grenadine
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| Eyes open like they've never seen a dance floor
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| Pumping like that shawty full of creatine, baby
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| Them bitties all trying to shake ass
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| Hear they break glass, twenty dollar booty, no class
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| They getting bad
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| Sweating, trying to get a glass of water
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| 'Cause they acting like they're motherfucking Billy Ray daughter
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| Flat ass, twerk team, twenty-fourteen
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| Baby, I ain't seen nothing up in your jeans
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| Get the fuck out!
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| Oh, all of a sudden you're a bad bitch
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| Just got a fat ass like it's magic
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| And now you're trying to shake it like ratchet
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| I'm guessing they must call you "Go Gadget!"
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| Oh, all of a sudden you're a bad bitch
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| Just got a fat ass like it's magic
|
| And now you're trying to shake it like ratchet
|
| I'm guessing they must call you "Go Gadget!"
|
| Oh, all of a sudden you're a bad bitch
|
| Just got a fat ass like it's magic
|
| And now you're trying to shake it like ratchet
|
| I'm guessing they must call you "Go Gadget!"
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| Gadget, gadget, gadget, gadget, gadget!
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| Nineteen, skin color: Dairy Queen
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| White pill, gin and tonic with some grenadine
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| Eyes open like they've never seen a dance floor
|
| Pumping like that shawty full of creatine, baby
|
| Them bitties all trying to shake ass
|
| Hear they break glass, twenty dollar booty, no class
|
| They getting bad
|
| Sweating, trying to get a glass of water
|
| 'Cause they acting like they're motherfucking Billy Ray daughter
|
| Flat ass, twerk team, twenty-fourteen
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| Baby, I ain't seen nothing up in your jeans |