| Just sit there, girl, say somethin'
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there, girl, say somethin'
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t leave the car with the engine runnin'
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| Hop in, downshift and drive
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Got a million dollar bakery
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| 'Cause I got a sweet tooth for pastries
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| Eat too much sugar, make you crazy
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| But not enough leaves you lazy
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| So go 'head and drip that caramel on me, yeah
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| Let me Sundae that Sunday, oh Hallelujah
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| It’s twelve at night in the city
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| Come and bring that new-new body
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| Over to me, yeah
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| Hit me when you at the gate and I’ll be right there
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| Waitin' for your body like a sex fiend, yeah
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| Before we even make it up the steps, I’ma do you in the car
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| Now you layin' on your back and you starin' at the stars
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| Hot and heavy in here
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| We appear out the double R
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| Like we been to Mars
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| That could be us
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| Just sit there, girl, say somethin'
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there, girl, say somethin'
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t leave the car with the engine runnin'
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| Hop in, drive
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there
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| I know that you feelin' freaky
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| I can feel it in your body, in your body
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| I can pull up a capella, when you need me
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| Or we can do that group shit, I ain’t picky
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| I believe in nothin' but right now
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| 'Cause baby, who knows in another hour
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| 'Cause life is like flowers until you cut it
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| It starts dyin' on contact, last touches
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| Never lives forever when it feels perfect
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| It’s twelve at night in the city
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| Come and bring that new-new body
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| Over to me, yeah
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| Hit me when you at the gate and I’ll be right there
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| Waitin' for your body like a sex fiend, yeah
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| Before we even make it up the steps, I’ma do you in the car
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| Now you layin' on your back and you starin' at the stars
|
| Hot and heavy in here
|
| We appear out the double R
|
| Like we been to Mars
|
| That could be us
|
| Just sit there, girl, say somethin'
|
| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there, girl, say somethin'
|
| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t leave the car with the engine runnin'
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| Hop in, drive
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there
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| She like, «Oh shit, it’s The-Dream» (What you mean?)
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| What I mean is I’m a fan, I’m a fiend
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| I’m a stan, you the king, you the god, you the heart
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| You the start of this shit
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| The reason why niggas existed, oh shit
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| Take a pic
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| I know you rich as fuck but I’m sick of this (Sick of what?)
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| The same niggas keep pullin' up
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| Kill songs but can’t fuck
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| I said if I ever ran into you
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| I’d ask you about Nicki
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| But all I see is a hood nigga
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| Ain’t thinking 'bout you inside me
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| Used to fuck to your words
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| So to see you in person
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| I don’t know if I’m more anxious or nervous
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| Look, you don’t need shit
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| To you I guess I feel like every other R&B nigga worthless
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| To you
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| It’s twelve at night in the city
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| Come and bring that new-new body
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| Over to me, yeah
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| Hit me when you at the gate and I’ll be right there
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| Waitin' for your body like a sex fiend, yeah
|
| Before we even make it up the steps, I’ma do you in the car
|
| Now you layin' on your back and you starin' at the stars
|
| Hot and heavy in here
|
| We appear out the double R
|
| Like we been to Mars
|
| That could be us
|
| Just sit there, girl, say somethin'
|
| Don’t just sit there
|
| Don’t just sit there, girl, say somethin'
|
| Don’t just sit there
|
| Don’t leave the car with the engine runnin'
|
| Hop in, drive
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| Don’t just sit there
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| Don’t just sit there |