| You don’t have to feel bad for me
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| If you don’t decide to answer, babe
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| Away, give it all up to me
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| I know you like a dancer, babe
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| Call me anytime you wanna get it
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| I could have it crackin' for you
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| I’ma call you up before this exit
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| Don’t let me catch you actin' brand new
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| You ain’t gotta ask
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| 'Cause you know I’m on the way
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| Got my hands behind my waist
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| Now my legs is givin' way
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| We gon' have to crash
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| If you keep tryna play
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| Just to put me on my ass
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| Just so you could get a taste
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| Now do you have the range? |
| How I get it from high low
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| This chopper on ya head, then I’m leavin' ya mind blown
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| Now he wanna ménage with him, me and my clone
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| Nickname is Lola, can we make it fly low?
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| Grip game a choker, now beat it, no FlyLo
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| I’ma lose my mind on it, can I take my time on it?
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| I’ma stop breathin', he callin' me psycho
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| Now he fingerin' the key, pretty please maestro
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| Need a wheelchair when I leave, no need for light strokes
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| Pay all these bitches dust like they came from Cairo
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| His head spinnin', check the engine, let me ride slow
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| Don’t spit no game when I’m the cheat code, nigga
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| Just relax, I’ma calm you with a pre-roll
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| Don’t act shy when you pull up on a freak **
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| He look alive 'tiI show him how I **** ***** ('Til I show him how)
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| Oye loca ven pa’ca
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| Now you scream out «Mami, don’t stop»
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| Don’t need a ring and I’m still the master
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| And he professor and I’m like Ms. Parker
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| I make it rain like he need a parka
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| And bus' and dip like I’m doin' drive by
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| Call me anytime you wanna get it
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| I could have it crackin' for you
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| I’ma call you up before this exit
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| Don’t let me catch you actin' brand new
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| You ain’t gotta ask
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| 'Cause you know I’m on the way
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| Got my hands behind my waist
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| Now my legs is givin' way
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| We gon' have to crash
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| If you keep tryna play
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| Just to put me on my ass
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| Just so you could get a taste
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| Pull up and eat it again, no Queen Key
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| Come home to me, let’s fuck, no Queen B
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| I know you prefer when I am all me
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| But I made sure you could grip on my weave
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| Inches to my waist, tickle your face when I am grinding it
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| Cowgirl in reverse, make it a hearse, I’ll ride or die on it
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| Take a minute, we could slow down, chop screw
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| Speed up, we could master it
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| It’s your fuckin' world and I’m just out here gettin' smacked in it, ha
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| So just pull on up
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| Or I’ma call your bluff
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| If you ain’t in no rush
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| Slide that thing up in my… huh
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| Call me anytime you wanna get it
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| I could have it crackin' for you
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| I’ma call you up before this exit
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| Don’t let me catch you actin' brand new
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| You ain’t gotta ask
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| 'Cause you know I’m on the way
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| Got my hands behind my waist
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| Now my legs is givin' way
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| We gon' have to crash
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| If you keep tryna play
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| Just to put me on my ass
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| Just so you could get a taste |