| I’ve been thinkin' 'bout a couple of things, girl
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| Legs open, I just wanna get between, girl
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| Love the way you move your body like that (Turn up!)
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| Ooh damn girl that ass so fat (Yo work!)
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| Back it up, come and ride like a car, girl
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| Throw it back like it fell in your yard, girl
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| Go hard cause I know you got a kid, girl
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| Let these motherfuckers know who he is, girl
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| So bad she got you trippin'
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| Don’t fuck with him, he ain’t tippin' (He broke!)
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| If he lookin' and he don’t pay
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| Don’t dance, baby girl, just wait (Fuck!)
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| Love to watch you on that pole, girl
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| Firefighter, watch you on that pole, girl
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| Hit a split, love to watch you go
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| This girl puttin' on a show
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| So now I got a couple ones with me
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| She lookin' good, this girl is bae, yeah, she the one for me
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| I got some racks and told the waiter bring some ones to me
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| She lookin' good, this girl is bae, yeah, she the one for me
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| I love the way you do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
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| I love the way you do it, do it, do it, do it, do it (Turn up! Turn up!)
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| Now gon' bust it open, bust it open (Pop! Pop!)
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| Bust it open (Turn up!), bust it open (Pop! Pop!)
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| I love the way you do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
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| I keep wakin' up with these strippers
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| I keep tellin' myself I’m gon' change
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| But they keep sendin' me these naked pictures
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| And I’m about to get 'em all framed
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| Lord, I know she ain’t perfect
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| And I know she off the chain
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| But every time she disappear
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| I’m stuck here like David Blaine
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| Hide her tears when I make it rain
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| Dancin' so long but never made enough
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| Fuck with me, she’ll never dance again
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| Fuck with me, we’re never breakin' up
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| Get your cash, get your bread
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| Shake your ass on your head
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| Remember when you fell off that pole?
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| I signed your cast on your leg
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| But you’ve got much better since then
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| I guess that pole dancin' class worked
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| I guess that yoga class paid off
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| You got them hoes mad at work
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| And your lil cousin, she don’t dance
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| She count your money and hold your purse
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| Say you only dance to my songs
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| That’s a gift and a curse
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| I love the way you do it, do it, do it, do it, do it (I love the way she do it.
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| I love the way she do it.)
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| I love the way you do it, do it, do it, do it, do it (I love the way she do it.
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| I love the way she do it.) (Turn up!)
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| Now gon' bust it open, bust it open (Pop! Pop!)
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| Bust it open (Turn up!), bust it open (Pop! Pop!)
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| I love the way you do it, do it, do it, do it, do it (I love the way she do it.
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| I love the way she do it.) |