| Sweet greet drizzle the, oh that’s so high
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| Says givin' delirium tremors
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| Takin' off everything, knife of the crowd
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| Says somebody makes him do better
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| Her legs are blailing, She’s having babies
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| That does not matter cause there’s just one thing to know
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| That said, my baby’s on something
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| My baby’s on something good
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| My baby’s on something
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| So shut up, bitch and give me some of that shit
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| Hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo
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| I’m drivin' down San Diego, the fat police all stare
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| Ah, the cop car does not matter
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| Hell, modern this summer
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| I just wanna make all your crazed illusions of me be shattered!
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| She’s legs are flailing, She gave me rabies
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| That does not matter cause there’s just one thing to know
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| That said, my baby’s on something
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| My baby’s on something good
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| My baby’s on something
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| So shut up, bitch and give me some of that
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| Shit
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| Hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo
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| Unh-huh, uhh-huh
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| Yeah yeah, YEAH yeah!
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| Aaow!
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| Her legs are blailing, She’s having babies
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| That does not matter cause there’s just one thing to know
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| That said, my baby’s on something
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| My baby’s on something good
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| My baby’s on something
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| So shut up, bitch and give me some of that
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| Shit
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| Hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo
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| Hoo-ooh, ooh-hoo
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| Yeah-heah, yeah-heah
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| Aaow! |