| Yo, there she goes again
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| Making my head spin like a disc in a nickelodeon
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| Only pole position like she’s standing on a podium
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| Dressed like a bohemian
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| Small frame, one size down from a medium
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| You know the type of woman the brothers describe as premium
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| Don’t wanna approach in case she think you a comedian
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| So you trying to chill in back like a chameleon
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| It never matters what outfit she wear, I’m always feeling them
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| Some say she half Filipino and Armenian
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| I don’t really know, it’s like I’m guessing her ingredients
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| All I know is that she take me high like I’m on helium
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| Kind of girl that make you forget any woman previous
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| Smile that is devious, but acting like I never seen her
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| She a Mercedes, don’t you pull in a Cortina
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| She Air Jordan, don’t you pull up in no torn Fila’s
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| And yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale
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| Enchanting just like a spell that mesmerizes very well
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| They say she’s feeling me, but really I can never tell
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| Chorus (Stee Moglie)
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| Ooh girl, I wanna know what’s in your headspace
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| You’re out of this world, move a little closer
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| Cocoa Butter, baby come and put your cup on my coaster
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| Girl your brown eyes are pulling me deep in
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| Am I in too deep, or do I float your boat girl?
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| Do I float your boat girl?
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| Ooh girl, ooh girl
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| Verse Two (Funky DL)
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| Yo, like Pete Rock explained, she kinda' mind blowing
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| Take her to dinner, but don’t have to keep the wine flowing
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| And ain’t the type of girl you ever gon' deny knowing
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| She got an enigmatic aura and a mystery
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| She’ll have you looking at your current girl like she is history
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| And have you thinking that you would do anything for this to be
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| Is she single? |
| Is she joined in holy matrimony?
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| She leavin' brothers in a mess like kids with ravioli
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| And when I see her I’m like «cheese/Jheez» like it’s macaroni
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| And she the quiet type, she never has to say nothing
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| I bet she go to the club and never pay nothing
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| Would have gave her this song, but doubt she’d hit the play button
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| I’ve seen brothers get blown to smithereens
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| With stupid compliments like «how you do Miss Philippines?
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| And never quite recover from the damaged self-esteem
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| And yo I mean this, she something outta fairy-tale
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| Enchanting just like a spell and mesmerizes very well
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| They say she’s feeling me, but really? |
| I can never tell
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| Chorus (Stee Moglie) |