| It doesn’t matter what I say
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| no matter what I do
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| Every little thing reminds me of you
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| It gets harder every day
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Every little thing reminds me of you
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| Reminds me of you
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| Yes, party people,
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| We drop and feet go,
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| OK
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| To make your fist-pump,
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| Hands up and feet go
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| Crazy,
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| Look at all these ladies,
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| Tonight is going down, going down
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| Mayday
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| We party-rocking
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| In this place for sure,
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| Every place that we walk in
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| Is the place to go
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| Popping bottles up for free,
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| With the models every week
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| Sexy go-gos
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| The way your booty bobbles
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| To the beat
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| It’s like on and popping,
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| Ain’t no stopping,
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| The bass is knocking
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| Them shots are dropping,
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| Some of us came to celebrate
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| But most of us came to get away
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| It doesn’t matter what I say
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| no matter what I do
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| Every little thing reminds me of you
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| It gets harder every day
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Every little thing reminds me of you
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| I’m a heavyweight,
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| Light on my feet, watch me levitate
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| Sex tape watch me penetrate,
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| Then I slap you in that ass let it resonate
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| Yeah, I’m living with the finer things,
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| Designer draws and diamond rings
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| Go to the mall and got lots of things,
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| I stay the same, call it pocket change nigga
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| (Pocket change, nigga)
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| I ain’t never ever been a bitch,
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| My last girl was so player had to switch
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| Probably only with me cause I’m rich,
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| Now she only on my booty call list
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| Yeah, one monkey don’t stop no show
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| But she still can ride my banana boat
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| She still can ride my banana boat,
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| Now new nickname is Banana Throat
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| Clear it out,
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| I’m the one everybody hear about,
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| Man you’re just here for now
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| So simmer down,
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| The rise and flow, you hear me now
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| I’m always up to something,
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| I got Goon in the house 'cause he my cousin
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| We got dimes by the dozens,
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| But without you girl I’m nothing
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| Yoyo,
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| Everybody’s on the floor
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| I can see your hands up
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| From the stage to the door
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| Calvin Harris on the decks
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| LMFAO is on the checks
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| One two in the place to be
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| It pays to be,
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| What’s happening next
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| Baby you look so fine
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| I can tell that look in your eye
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| That me and you in the back room
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| Hey! |
| Has crossed your mind
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| I rock a chain on my chest
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| Cause I’m fresh to the death
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| And everyday I’m shuffling
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| I’m like a soldier with these steps
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| It’s on and popping,
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| There ain’t no stopping
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| The bass is knocking,
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| Them shots are dropping
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| Some of us came to celebrate,
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| But most of us came to get away
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| It doesn’t matter what I say,
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| No matter what I do
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| Every little thing reminds me of you
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| It gets harder every day,
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| I don’t know what to do
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| Every little thing reminds me of you
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| Reminds me of you |