| Lemme get it, ain’t no playing with it
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| Lemme get it, Lemme get it
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| How you make it shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot?
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| You so automatic
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| Can’t blow MCU
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| Five stars going off on it baby
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| I love how you flex
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| Your stye is so crazy, you’re on fire on the Saturday
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| Do it prom, girl, gotta get you
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| Ain’t no way I’m waiting
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| The one you came in with
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| Tell that boy forget it
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| Ladies, what’s to tell them?
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| 'Cause I got them next
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| She don’t need no explanation
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| Let me see and figure it out
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| Your eyes are telling that you’re riding with me
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| But I’d be lying if I did admit it
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| The things I wanna see to you right there
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| I will say them but I just can’t say, tell I said it
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| You’re a banga, banga, banga, banga
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| I wanna pleasure you babe
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| You fall in 90s over a girl who gonna make it bad
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| You promise if I make you mine
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| You promise if I make you mine
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| You ain’t gonna play with that
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| Show me where that turn off
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| You’re a banga, banga, banga, banga
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| I wanna pleasure you babe
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| You fall in 90s over a girl who gonna make it bad
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| You promise if I make you mine
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| You promise if I make you mine
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| You ain’t gonna play with that
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| Show me where that turn off
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| You gotta promise
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| If I let you hop up
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| Then the three we gon' turn up
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| Then the sea, you like riding don’t ya
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| You like riding don’t ya
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| I’ve done said it
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| Now it’s you gon' do
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| For my introduction
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| You got me focused
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| Now it’s time for you show me love
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| A trophy on my desk, diamond in your wall
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| Love to see you shining like a proper superstar
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| You got me asmathic
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| 'Cause you’re like a perfect ballerina
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| I’m on my Brad Pitt, come and be my future Angelina
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| Baby if you let me love you
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| I ain’t never gon' stop
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| You’re a banga, banga, banga, banga
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| I wanna pleasure you babe
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| You fall in 90s over a girl who gonna make it bad
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| You promise if I make you mine
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| You promise if I make you mine
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| You ain’t gonna play with that
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| Show me where that turn off
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| You’re a banga, banga, banga, banga
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| I wanna pleasure you babe
|
| You fall in 90s over a girl who gonna make it bad
|
| You promise if I make you mine
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| You promise if I make you mine
|
| You ain’t gonna play with that
|
| Show me where that turn off
|
| Your eyes are telling that you’re riding with me
|
| But I’d be lying if I did admit it
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| The things I wanna see to you right there
|
| I will say them but I just can’t say, tell I said it
|
| You’re a banga, banga, banga, banga
|
| I wanna pleasure you babe
|
| You fall in 90s over a girl who gonna make it bad
|
| You promise if I make you mine
|
| You promise if I make you mine
|
| You ain’t gonna play with that
|
| Show me where that turn off
|
| You’re a banga, banga, banga, banga
|
| I wanna pleasure you babe
|
| You fall in 90s over a girl who gonna make it bad
|
| You promise if I make you mine
|
| You promise if I make you mine
|
| You ain’t gonna play with that
|
| Show me where that turn off
|
| You gotta promise
|
| If I let you hop up
|
| Then the three we gon' turn up
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| Then the sea, you like riding don’t ya
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| You like riding don’t ya
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| You like riding don’t ya |