| Feel it, want it and I know I’m bad for you but
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| For-get it and just come and get it
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| We don’t really make a match in heaven but we’re
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| Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
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| My boo boo boo, my boo boo boo
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| Dark skin, light skin and she mad cool
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| Crazy and Brazilian, I don’t know who
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| I make my bed like she make my food
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| Snaps on repeat, oh, she like me
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| Oh, she might be, be my wifey
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| I was on my Kobe, Grammys over trophies
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| After school the programs kept me from my lonely
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| Hopping out the Uber, linking with my jeweller
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| My girl like Madonna, the afro be Medusa
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| I be king wavy, I don’t like Jay Z
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| The sunny days calling, I love my baby
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| Feel it, want it and I know I’m bad for you but
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| For-get it and just come and get it
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| We don’t really make a match in heaven but we’re
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| Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
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| And who you calling doggy? |
| Enough of your malarkey
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| Black boys winning, white boys watching
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| WiFi slow mo, crop that photo
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| He like Rejjie, dress like Rejjie
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| Moschino on my shoulder, that bloody nosed coker
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| That cocaine crazy, I’m drug-free and sober
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| He wear fake polo, that Marco Polo
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| Guitar string solo, guitar string solo
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| Feel it, want it and I know I’m bad for you but
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| For-get it and just come and get it
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| We don’t really make a match in heaven but we’re
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| Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it
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| Feel it, want it and I know I’m bad for you but
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| For-get it and just come and get it
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| We don’t really make a match in heaven but we’re
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| Co-nnected somehow, so come and get it |