| If your mother had her druthers
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| Won’t be riding with another rolling stone
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| If these bitches had three wishes
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| You’d be busted up with stitches comatose
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| With a broken nose
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Are you diggin' what I mean?
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Sick and sick, let’s split the scene
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| These pretty boys all call you «poison»
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| But we never let those boys in
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| Tit for tat
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| It’s unexciting, all the fighting
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| All these suckers always biting
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| Where it’s at
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Are you diggin' what I mean?
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Sick and sick, let’s split the scene
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| Oh, you shake me like a coup
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| I feel I don’t know what to do
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| You’re just a child
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| You’d say «sike-naw» to an outlaw
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| It’s like sparring with a southpaw
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| Swinging wild
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| Oh my God…
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Are you diggin' what I mean?
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Sick and sick, let’s split the scene
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| Oh shit
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| Oh ee oh, ohh
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| Oh ee oh, ohh
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| Oh ee oh, ohh
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| Oh ee oh, ohh…
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Are you diggin' what I mean?
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| I wanna be your limousine
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| Sick and sick, let’s split the scene
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| Oh ee oh, ohh
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| Oh ee oh, ohh
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| Oh ee oh, ohh
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| Oh ee oh, ohh |