| Sitting in the corner sipping on his gin
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| (Mistah)
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| Must be my good karma, it brought me next to him
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| (Mistah)
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| He said he like the color when he look in my eye
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| (Mistah)
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| His lips are like nirvana, his kisses paradise
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| He like to role play and talk dirty, keep me up 'til four thirty
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| Play Marco Polo, feeling 'round with his eyes closed
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| Call me Cleopatra, make me watch in the mirror
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| Don’t wanna say, «told you so»
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| But, ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| As long as you love me, this could get ugly
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| Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| Yeah, baby, trust me, this could get ugly, but that means
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| It’s fucking good, real fucking good
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| It’s fucking good, loving me like you should
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| Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| Yeah, baby, trust me, this could get ugly
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| (Mistah)
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| Honeymoon is over, roses on the floor
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| (Mistah)
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| Screaming out accusing, calling me a whore
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| (Mistah)
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| Your words are shaking me, giving me whiplash
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| (Mistah)
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| We’re on a trampoline and soon we’re gonna crash
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| But, ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| As long as you love me, this could get ugly
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| Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| Yeah, baby, trust me, this could get ugly, but that means
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| It’s fucking good, real fucking good
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| It’s fucking good, loving me like you should
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| Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| Yeah, baby, trust me, this could get ugly
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| But, ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| As long as you love me, this could get ugly
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| Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| Yeah, baby, trust me, this could get ugly, but that means
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| It’s fucking good, real fucking good
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| It’s fucking good, loving me like you should
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| Ah ah ah, ah ah ah
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| Yeah, baby, trust me, this could get ugly |