| I’m â€~trollin' food court for girls
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| Yeah, it’s the best job in the world
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| They know they’re safe with me
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| They love my little mustache
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| They love the man in the uniform, ooh
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| With my sunglass they can’t
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| See what I’m really lookin' at
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| And as they’re walkin' by
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| I whisper through my dough nut
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| Hey, baby, baby, light that ass on fire, yeah
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| How long must this day go on?
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| I got to stand here two more hours
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| Till I punch the clock
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| How long must this day go on? |
| Ooh
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| No kid, they don’t give me a gun
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| I don’t get paid enough to run
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| So you can call me what you want
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| I’ll be hangin' at the check out
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| Checking out your girlfriend
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| Figure out how she’s going to fit all of that
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| Butt into that underwear? |
| Yeah, yeah
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| Hey, girl if you can’t recall
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| Where you parked your daddy’s car?
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| Then I could help you out
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| All alone in this great big mall, ooh
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| Yeah, gonna get it
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| How long must this day go on?
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| I got to stand here two more hours
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| Till it’s Miller Time
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| How long must this day go on? |
| Whoa, oh
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| I’m â€~trolling food court for girls
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| I whisper through my dough nut
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| I whisper through my dough nut
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| I whisper through my dough nut
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| Hey, baby, baby, hey baby baby
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| Light that, light that ass on fire
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| Alright, that’s good |