| 'Cause I ain’t about to roll it if I ain’t rollin' that fi-i-i-ire
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| Yeah the sun is going down but I’m tryna take you hi-i-i-igher
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| We both know this house could never be a home
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| But ain’t you sick of spending all your nights alone?
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| If it’s lovin' that you want girl, I promise you desire
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| No conversation when I come around
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| Run my fingers through your baby hair
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| I wanna take you there
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| For sho' you know what it’s about
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| But fine, I love it when you say we’re there
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| I wanna take you there
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| You toot it up, I tear it down
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| You bring it back, I wear it out
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| Hit it like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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| Baby, you’re the finest
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| Pussy taste like diamonds
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| How’d you get so timeless?
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| Wanna get behind it, behind it
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| Remind ya, I know how to find it
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| Hit it how you like it
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| Show you how we slide, how we slide, back in L.A., L.A.
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| Park circle, that way
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| Ready for the showdown, the Wild Wild West way
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| Ooh you know you’re flame
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| And I put that on my last name
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| Gonna take my time in it, climb in it for the day
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| No conversation when I come around
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| Run my fingers through your baby hair
|
| I wanna take you there
|
| For sho' you know what it’s about
|
| But fine, I love it when you say we’re there
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| I wanna take you there
|
| You toot it up, I tear it down
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| You bring it back, I wear it out
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| Hit it like woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
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| 'Cause I ain’t about to roll it if I ain’t rollin' that fi-i-i-ire
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| Yeah the sun is going down but I’m tryna take you hi-i-i-igher
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| We both know this house could never be a home
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| But ain’t you sick of spending all your nights alone?
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| If it’s lovin' that you want girl, I promise you desi-i-i-ire |