| But you’re on my neck and the beads of your sweat are glistening
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| Party is smashing, we jump on the scene
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| Speed it up, slow it down, take it for free
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| My engine is revving, there’s no other route
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| Let’s get away, get away from the crowd
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| Chasing that Hennessy, in your Hennessey
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| In case I’m subtle, you won’t have trouble driving away with me
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| Let me drive!
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| Getting nasty, slashing all the lines
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| For those hypocrites, I’m sick of it
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| Don’t fuck around, we roll with it
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| And we ain’t got the time
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| Touching and loving and rubbing each other
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| Giving and getting from no other lover
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| Everything happened, it’s spinning at once
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| Can’t catch my breath, there’s no air in my lungs
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| Chasing that Hennessy, in your Hennessey
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| In case I’m subtle, you won’t have trouble driving away with me
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| Shorty is the baddest
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| Feeling all the static
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| When she in the club, baby
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| Stunting is a habit
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| Livid, living lavish
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| Shorty driving stick
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| Why don’t she ride me automatic
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| Got her from her mama
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| Gucci and the Prada
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| High heels with the coupe
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| Rosé popping bottles
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| Ow
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| Lady got a style right now |