| Ooh, wow
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| I think I am the hottest daddy at the party, goddamn
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| Watch me shake that ass like a calabash
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| I see it in his eyes, he can’t handle that
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| Thinking I’m the prize in his Cracker Jacks
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| I’m making him melt like candle wax
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| He stepped to me at the bar
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| He said that he liked my hair
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| I didn’t want to be rude
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| He was trying so hard
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| So I’m like, whatever, sure
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| We can do these shots, why not?
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| I’ma let you buy me these drinks, lots
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| He’s asking me where I live
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| I’m like, «far away, mister, real real far»
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| I don’t got time for that hullabaloo
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| I’m not laughing with you, I’m laughing at you
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| You should go back over there with your crew
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| And he’s all, «nah, man, what we gon' do?»
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| You wanna dance but ain’t got no rhythm
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| Tell me, how will this transition to kissin'?
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| He’s all smitten as if the plot thickens, nuh-uh
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| Read my lips, listen up
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| I’m sweet but I’m deadly
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| Just like Coca-Cola
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| I’m hotter than a hot spring
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| Hotter than Bikram Yoga
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| Boy, come try your luck, four leaf clover
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| If you ain’t got no swag, then this conversation’s over
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| You wanna get to know me
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| Wanna be my homie
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| I just came to party
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| Not here for you, boy
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| You should watch what you’re sayin'
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| 'Cause your mouth is crazy
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| Got me acting shady
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| And feeling real coy
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| You’re trying so hard and it really shows
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| You say I’m fit, hmm, thanks, I already know
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| I’m sorry, well not really
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| But you and me will never be
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| That’s the way that it goes
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| I wanna ki and I don’t mean bumps
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| I mean kiki, wanna shake my
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| Really wanna chill in cuts, sip these cups
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| Turn around for what? |
| Not you, bruh bruh
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| I kiss boys but it’s just for stunts
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| I’m not givin' them what they want
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| Nah, he’s a dimwit dunce
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| I’m a big city boy and a real real cunt
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| I don’t wanna have to be a primadonna
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| But you talk a whack game, like lulz, oh my god
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| I wish you’d go away, abracadabra
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| Princess Kitana, Kamekameha
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| You can’t get up on my radar
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| I think you need to go to a swag seminar
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| All up in my ear talkin' blasé blah
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| Blah, I don’t want none, nah
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| Dudes wanna holla, I’m skeptical
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| 'Cause I’m really rare, like the best of all
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| I wanna know, can you let them good times roll?
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| Like if I throw it in the air can you catch 'em all?
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| Ball’s in my court, that’s typical
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| Checkin' up on me, physical
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| My aura, my vibe is so mystical
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| If you could bag me, that’s a miracle
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| You wanna get to know me
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| Wanna be my homie
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| I just came to party
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| Not here for you, boy
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| You should watch what you’re saying
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| 'Cause your mouth is crazy
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| Got me acting shady
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| And feeling real coy
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| You’re trying so hard and it really shows
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| You say I’m fit, hmm, thanks, I already know
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| I’m sorry, well not really
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| But you and me will never be
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| That’s the way that it goes
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| You ain’t catchin' nothin'
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| But you keep throwin' these lines out
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| I think you need to practice shuttin' your mouth
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| You’re swimming upstream just to get to me
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| But I don’t think we have a chemistry
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| You wanna get to know me
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| Wanna be my homie
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| I just came to party
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| Not here for you, boy
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| You should watch what you’re saying
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| 'Cause your mouth is crazy
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| Got me acting shady
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| And feeling real coy |