| Do you love me for real? |
| Do you love me for real?
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| Do you love me for real? |
| Do you love me for real?
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| (Said my car as I worked her wheel)
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| Do you love me for real? |
| Do you love me for real?
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| Do you love me for real? |
| Do you love me for real?
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| (Said my car as I worked her wheel)
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| On the boulevard, oh my Lord
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| Her heels so high, she skipped the curb and ran in your yard
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| She’s so, super fly
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| Crushed linen inside
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| This shit way too old, for me to drive
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| But I really don’t care at all
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| She let me white her walls, and uh, pop her trunk
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| Turn her out, give her thump
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| Cause she need it
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| And she want it
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| There’s no denying how I feel
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| Cause this love feels so real
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| Oh the boulevard, she go hard
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| No matter where and when, if I push her buttons she start
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| So, out of sight
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| Shawty cold as ice
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| Ain’t no shame in her game, you just ain’t her type
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| That ain’t no lie at all
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| She creep and crawl
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| And without a stall or a pause, I break her off
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| Cause she need it and she want it
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| Theres no denying how I feel
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| Cause this love feels so real
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| Never ever have I ever seen a girl like you before
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| I love to hug onto your curves don’t ever let me go
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| Hold on tight, I’ll run the light, the peddle to the floor
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| And take us higher than we’ve ever been
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| (A place where no one goes)
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| Lets go
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| (A place where no one knows)
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| Lets go |