| oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| I’m, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm really, really
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| Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot
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| Let me holla’at the d.j.
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| Come on d.j. |
| put that record on the replay
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| Don’t you see how them bitches move they bootay
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| Everytime you play this record, smell like coochie
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| Follow dem', Screamin'like a groupay
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| Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay
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| For them hatas fuck whatever you say
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| Because you know I’m too cool for you anyway
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| I’m just a bad bitch
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| M-I-S, Miss
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| I’m gonna’keep talkin’shit till you get this
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| I’m gonna’bust up in the club wit’no guest list
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| Them otha’artist, I keep em’all restless
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| I don’t french kiss unless it’s 50 cent
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| Vivica, we can share him like the president
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| Tabloids, I don’t care, it's irrelevant, I'm heaven sent
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| Now watch how I do this shit
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| I’m really, really hot
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| Everytime my records drop
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| Radio says I won’t stop
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| Cus’I’m killin’em'
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| You don’t know whatcha’talkin’bout
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| You would think I was Sug when I come out
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| My album hit hard when I roll out
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| Yall records make a bitch wanna’throw em out
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| And that’s no doubt
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| See I rock bells
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| Fly as hell and cool as?
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| Baby can’t ya’tell
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| I lick my lips like I’m L.L.
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| And I’m doin’it, and doin’it, and doin’it well
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| Straight to the hotel
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| I’m cellabut so, boy, you gets no tell
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| Kiss, kiss and still you gets nowhere
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| Just two blue balls down in yo’underwear
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| I play unfair
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| I’m a hot gal
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| Hot cars and stars and strip bars
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| And ain’t hot if I’m not there
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| I’m a true playa'
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| You can find me up in any record store
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| Hurry up and get chere
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| Look, let me move to the left
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| Go head, let me fell myself
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| Touch my chest my sweat
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| Show that d.j. |
| how I shake my breast
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| Jiggle, jiggle, jangle
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| Watch how my gludius dangle
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| I do a 1−2 step, STOP
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| No, I ain’t done yet
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| Everybody in the club, go to work
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| Tight jeans, crop shirts, short skirts
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| I’m gonna’rock to the beat till’it hurt
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| I’m gonna’drop it on the streest
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| Yeah ya’heard
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| Hatas’I flip the bird
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| Got guns, so what, I ain’t scurred
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| I came to boogie and swerve
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| I ain’t lyin’folk that’s my word
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| Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot
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| Really-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-hot-hot-hot-hot-hot |