| Scott Storch
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| All eyes on ya
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| Ask you how your week been
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| Workin' always, let me
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| Work you out for the weekend
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| Baby, I’m a beast, uh-huh
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| Can you tame me?
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| I’m gon' let it out
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| Lay you down
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| Let’s get to it
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| Let me lick you in places you never been licked before
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| Take you to places you never been before
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| Like London, Paris, see that Lamborghini outside
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| We can share it, J and B without the marriage
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| Horse and carriage, señorita
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| Snapchat dog filters live from Ibiza
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| Breakfast on the beach, that mean sex is on the beach
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| You lookin' like a fruit platter, I’ma bite into your peach
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| And um, I think about to massage your feet
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| And um, you got a body, you remind of my Jeep
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| And um, I must look amazing with you
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| Cause every time you on my arm I got
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| All eyes on me
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| I need your attention
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| Put your body on me
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| You the one I’m missin'
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| All eyes on me
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| I don’t want your love
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| We ain’t gotta fake it
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| We both tryna fuck
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| All eyes on you
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| 'Member when you used to curved me, leave my text message unread?
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| And every time I asked to see you, you say you goin' to bed
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| Every time I hit you with the good morning you say you workin'
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| Now you in my living room twerkin', that’s crazy
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| You wear that body suit, I know you tryna tease me
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| I put on that Tiller, she’d rather fuck me to Weezy
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| I remember when your money was young
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| And you stripped all week just to get the tan Yeezy’s
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| Back when lame niggas hit you with the one liners
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| All sounding the same like Future and Desiigner
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| Now that’s my vagina, she told me to sshh
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| We in the Chanel store and
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| All eyes on me
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| I need your attention
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| Put your body on me
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| You the one I’m missin'
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| All eyes on me
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| I don’t want your love
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| We ain’t gotta fake it
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| We both tryna fuck
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| All eyes on you
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| Lookin' at me like you love me
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| We can do it now or later
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| She wan' lick on party favorite
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| On my wave, tryna surf it up
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| Know we gettin' gnarly, smokin' Marley, burnin' up
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| Certified with the double-M pullin' up
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| Tooly got a room, we’ll play «Room Up In Here», been here
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| Girl, you know my intentions
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| I put you on the wall like a picture
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| Round after round to decisions
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| Say you wanna show me what I’m missin'
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| All the lights low, but we lit up
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| I don’t let you down if I get up
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| Like you got a man, but you’re fed up
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| But you know when we get together
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| You want me to say your name, huh?
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| Karrueche!
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| All eyes on me
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| I need your attention
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| Put your body on me
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| You the one I’m missin'
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| All eyes on me
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| I don’t want your love
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| We ain’t gotta fake it
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| We both tryna fuck
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| All eyes on me
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| All eyes on me |