| Baby girl, baby girl, baby girl
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| Keep on smashin'
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| Get your hair done, get your nails did
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| Hitting the floor like disco magic
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| Now you got’em talking, now you got’em looking
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| Turning heads like whiplashin'
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| Keep doing you, that’s chedda
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| Cause no one even really does it better
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| It’s a vibe, it’s a vibe, mi amore
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| Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t ignore
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| All the signs in the stars, they point me back to you
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| Cause nobody does
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| Nobody does it better, no…
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| Well, look at you with that smile
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| Look at you with that fire, ya
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| Can’t nobody touch your style
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| Even if they pray to the sky, ya
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| You like a red Bugatti
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| Other chicks more like a broken Ford
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| And they don’t even drive no more
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| Cause they can’t even handle ya
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| It’s a vibe, it’s a vibe, mi amore
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| Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t ignore
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| All the signs in the stars, they point me back to you
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| Cause nobody does
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| Nobody does it better, no…
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| It’s a vibe, it’s a vibe, mi amore
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| Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t ignore
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| All the signs in the stars, they point me back to you
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| Cause nobody does
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| Nobody does it better, no…
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| It’s a vibe, it’s a vibe, mi amore
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| Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t ignore
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| All the signs in the stars, they point me back to you
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| Cause nobody does
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| Nobody does it better, no… |