| Ooh hey cmon ooh. |
| Ah ah.
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| Ooh hey.
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| I’m da type of girl like to get that dough
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| with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
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| Let it, let it go.
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| You ain’t gotta look no more.
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| I’ma certified hot chick MAC like my lipstick.
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| Lovin me so good that he ice me like the artist.
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| Supa fly supa bad shorty you can’t top this.
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| Gotta have a G who can hold down a boss bitch.
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| What it do make a move pimpin you gon' hit or miss
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| by the way you poppin you act like you got that moby
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| dick, lookin real dougy fresh gucci chain like Slick
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| Rick, Hey say he want, he say he want my lovey-dovey kiss kiss.
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| I’m da type of girl like to get that dough
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| with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
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| Let it, let it go.
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| Let let let it go. |
| You ain’t gotta look no more.
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| Stiletto pumps match my brand new Loui V.
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| My swag is a whole 'nother pedigree.
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| I’m bout cake call me Sarah Lee.
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| I’m to hiphop what Oprah is to TV.
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| Fo sho' so please, stop hating on me.
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| Ain’t nuttin changed still fuck you pay me.
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| By the way got more game then Nintendo Wii he still
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| goin' down wanna taste the georgia peach.
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| I’m da type of girl like to get that dough
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| with that goose with patron hit the dance for.
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| Let it, let it go.
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| Let let let it go. |
| You ain’t gotta look no more.
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| I’m the type of girl make them boys wanna spoil me.
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| Show me off to they fam they adore me.
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| Fall in love wit a chick an wanna wife me.
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| Now here he go givin' credit cards and house keys.
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| That’s what happens when the bubblegum be the truth.
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| Man he fallin hard without a parachute.
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| Ladies I’ma let you know the new motto,
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| if he look broke better walk it out pronto.
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| I’m da type of girl like to get that dough
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| with that goose with patron hit the dance floor.
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| Let it, let it go.
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| Let let let it go. |
| You ain’t gotta look no more. |