| Shoot the lights out
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| Move in slide closer
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| Shake it till my dick turn racist
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| Strobe, breathe
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| Spank Rock, Rock, Rock
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| Strobe, breathe
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| Spank Rock, Rock, Rock
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| Quick, somebody tell Brazil that they looking for new niggers
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| I knife a motherfucker trying to steal my funk
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| How you gonna rip it like this, son?
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| When Baltimore bass connect with hits, the bricks jump
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| Draw guns upon your horn section like blast motherfucker
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| This is grown thought music
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| Beef with computer drums
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| I got bangers for them bitches and ain’t scared to use it
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| Like bang, bang, shot down
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| Bad bitches clap cheek to cheek, tease when they freak
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| Press real close then drop down, now they moving on up
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| To get throw down, yup, I threw down but hold up
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| Shoot the lights out
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| Move in slide closer
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| Shake it till my dick turn racist
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| All you white girls shake it till my dick turns racist
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| All you black girls shake it till my dick turns racist
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| Boricuas, shake it till my dick turns racist
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| Fillipino (ho!) Shake it till my dick turns racist
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| British Columbian jawns! |