| Look, she hit me up on the regular
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| 3 AM and she blowin' up my cellular
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| Every night she got my phone going brrr brrr
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| So I’m bout to serve it up, Roger Federer
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| Lately I’ve been coming through, like every night
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| Cause she know she can get it whenever she like
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| She in the bed and she layin' on her back
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| Sending pictures to my phone
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| Like «I'm ready, where you at?»
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| I know she want it
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| That’s why she callin'
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| She got me running
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| All these yellow lights
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| She craving, waiting for it every night
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| I’m speeding, fiending for that paradise
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| That’s why I’m flying through these yellow lights
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| Can’t think twice, she want it bad
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| She want it bad
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| Can’t think twice, I"m running that
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| Can’t think twice cause she want it bad
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| Full speed, tryna score like a running back
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| Cop cars in my rearview
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| Tryna slow me down now, ha, good luck with that
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| I’m swerving lanes, stick shift
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| Windows down, Tokyo Drift shit
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| I’m getting closer every minute
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| She keep on sending pictures to my phone
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| Like «I'm ready, come and get it»
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| I know she want it
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| That’s why she callin'
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| She got me running
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| All these yellow lights
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| She craving, waiting for it every night
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| I’m speeding, fiending for that paradise
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| That’s why I’m flying through these yellow lights
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| Can’t think twice, she want it bad
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| She want it bad
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| Can’t think twice, I"m running that
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| Girl, I’m on my way, way, way
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| Just wait up for me, me, me
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| I got what you need, need, need
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| I can’t wait 'til you are next to me
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| So I just keep running all of these
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| Yellow lights
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| She craving, waiting for it every night
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| I’m speeding, fiending for that paradise
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| That’s why I’m flying through these yellow lights
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| Can’t think twice, she want it bad
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| She want it bad
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| Can’t think twice, I"m running that
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| She want it bad
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| So bad, so bad
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| Can’t think twice, I"m running that |