| She don’t care for one night stands
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| Or naughty boys with sweaty hands
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| She got a thing about carving wood
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| Or shaping a figure from a lump of mud
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| Don’t love my baby for her pouting lips
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| Don’t love my baby for her curvy hips
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures, yeah
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| Her fingernails, rouge, talens, fonce
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| They cut my skin more than once
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| She is a thing made of solid love
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| She shape my body like a lump of mud
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| Don’t love my baby for her pouting lips
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| Don’t love my baby for her curvy hips
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures, yeah
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| She is cool in her studio
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| E i addi, addi oh
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| She killa dilla, she cut it smooth
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| Always looking like she never loose
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| Don’t love my baby for her pouting lips
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| Don’t love my baby for her curvy hips
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures, yeah
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures, yeah
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures, yeah
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures
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| I love my baby
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| 'Cause she does good sculptures, yeah |