| When you’re walkin' down the street
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| And the man tries to get your business
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| And the people that you meet
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| Want to open you up like Christmas
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| You gotta wrap your fuzzy with a big red bow
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| Ain’t no sum bitch gonna treat me like a ho
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| I’m a classy honey kissy huggy lovey dovey ghetto princess
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| Cause you’re filthy Oooh, and I’m gorgeous
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| You’re disgusting Oooh, and you’re nasty
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| And you can grab me oooh, cause you’re nasty
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| When you’re runnin' from a trick
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| And you trip on a hit of acid
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| You gotta work for the man
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| But your biggest moneymakers' flaccid
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| You gotta keep your shit together
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| With your feet on the ground
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| There ain’t no one gonna listen
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| If you haven’t made a sound
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| You’re an acid junkie college flunky dirty puppy daddy bastard
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| Cause you’re filthy Oooh, and I’m gorgeous
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| You’re disgusting Oooh, and you’re nasty
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| And you can grab me oooh, cause you’re nasty
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| Cause you’re filthy, oooh, and I’m gorgeous
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| Cause you’re filthy, oooh, and I’m gorgeous
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| You’re disgusting, oooh, and you’re nasty
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| And you can grab me, oooh, cause you’re nasty |