| Take this seriously
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| Like Pac, all eyes on me That’s right you are intrigued,
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| You know this
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| What it be,
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| I’m like the lottery,
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| Hot Bentley with the keys,
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| Take me for a ride.
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| Light in the sky, let’s fly high,
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| Boy I got you caught up inside of my haze,
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| And you’re gonna be gone for days
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| I’m like that ooo weee,
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| You’re fiendin to blaze up,
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| And taste me,
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| Got flavor like ice cream,
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| 'Cause I’m that chick you like.
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| And you know you need this man,
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| And you know I got this man,
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| Gonna be your everything,
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| La da da ooh we-ee
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| La da da ooh we-ee
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| I do’s it naturally
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| Hypnotize like Biggie,
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| But you ain’t havin’dreams,
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| Nah you ain’t seeing things,
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| Or hallucinating,
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| I brings that levity,
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| Take me for a ride.
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| Light in the sky let’s fly high,
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| Boy I got you caught up inside of my haze,
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| And you’re gonna be gone for days
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| I’m like that ooo weee,
|
| You’re fiendin to blaze up,
|
| And taste me,
|
| Got flavor like ice cream,
|
| 'Cause I’m that chick you like.
|
| And you know you need this man,
|
| And you know I got this man,
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| Gonna be your everything,
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| La da da ooh we-ee
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| La da da ooh we-ee
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| Boy just relax,
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| And unwind,
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| Pull me in and
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| Breathe, once you do,
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| There ain’t no rules,
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| It’s up to you
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| Ain’t no rules,
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| It’s time.
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| Just keep on kissin’me,
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| Hold on and baby we Could party all night through the night
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| All right
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| I’m like that ooo weee,
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| You’re fiendin to blaze up,
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| And taste me,
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| Got flavor like ice cream,
|
| 'Cause I’m that chick you like.
|
| And you know you need this man,
|
| And you know I got this man,
|
| Gonna be your everything,
|
| I’m that chick you like.
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| La da da ooh we-ee
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| I’m that chick you like.
|
| La da da ooh we-ee
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| I’m that chick you like.
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| I’m like that uptown haze,
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| Them real thugs blaze,
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| We’ll touch the sky,
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| 'Cause I’m that chick you like. |