| I’m about to, I’m about to give you that, that oh god damn
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| I’ma have you saying wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am
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| I’m about to give you that, that man pow bam
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| I’m about to be your dub-cee-dub on the gram
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| Gimme what I want, need that abracadabra
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| Open sesame, then you pull out the camera
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| Knock it out the box, panorama
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| Kill that thing, nail in the coffin, get the hammer
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| Ooh, you know I like it, matter fact I love it
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| I go dumby when I want it, and I put nothing above it
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| Poppin', poppin' fresh out the oven
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| Come through with the whammy, lemme give you this lovin', yeah
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| I’ma give you that whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I’ma have you fiendin' for this whoa, whoa, whoa
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| When I give you that whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I’ma have you screamin' out whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I’ma give you that crazy rabbit
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| And you gon' call out of work
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| We doin' tricks, it’s oh so magic
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| I got you goin' berserk
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| And we gon' do it on the ground
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| Puttin' holes in the carpet
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| And then you gon' turn me 'round and vacuum this carpet
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| Yeah, nigga, fuck them groceries
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| I am the supermarket
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| You on your knees, I’m rollin' trees
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| You can take a breeze, then it spark this
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| Say ooh-ah my hoo-ha, whoo-sa on the sofa
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| I’m your bellydancer
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| I’m a snake charmer
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| Call me Medusa
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| And you know I like it, matter fact I love it
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| I go dumby when I want it, and I put nothing above it
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| Poppin', poppin' fresh out the oven
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| Come through with the whammy, lemme give you this lovin', yeah
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| I’ma give you that whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I’ma have you fiendin' for this whoa, whoa, whoa
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| When I give you that whoa, whoa, whoa
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| I’ma have you screamin' out whoa, whoa, whoa |