| She told me that she only do girls
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| But since she met a player like me
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| Man I feel like I’m on top of the world
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| Never heard him, I convert 'em, put my lovin' in 'em
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| She told me that she only do girls
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| But since she met a player like me
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| Baby I can take you from your girl
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| I was with my muse, Arizona
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| Sippin' on Arizona iced teas, homie
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| We havin' dinner at the MOMA
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| Oh this young pretty fly thing starin' at me
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| She kissin' girls cause she wanna
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| Deep down in her soul, man she fishin' for D
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| She send emojis to my phone
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| Now we in the black cab, turnt and gettin' trippy
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| I like all of her friends, they’re some nice girls
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| She a runway tall model, pretty white girl
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| I never discriminate, just dated three black girls
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| That’s my private life so you don’t know that, girl
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| Indian, Russian, now I’m back in Milano
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| Where they feed me Italian cause I don’t eat no McDonalds
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| All these girls be frontin', tryna be in disguise
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| On that hush, hush, hush, she tellin' you lies
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| Girl!
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| Hello?
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| Oh my God, I feel so bad
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| Hello?
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| We were, we were dancing and we stayed to kiss
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| Where are you?
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| I’m at his house now… I… I…
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| Which house? |
| Did you with him?
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| Oh my God, we were making love and, please don’t tell Kaitlyn, just
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| I’m with everyone now
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| Just, just come now cause I need to get out of her, I’m really
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| I’m gonna come and get you
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| All these girls be frontin', tryna be in disguise
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| She said she’s testin' the waters and how she don’t do guys
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| Until last night, I was provin' her wrong
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| Had my tongue in her thighs, and nearly makin' her cry
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| And she told me a sad story how her life is tough
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| She never go this far, but I was callin' her bluff
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| She was stuck and thinkin' about the girl that she loves
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| All the guilty pleasures, man, this shit addin' up
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| Her phone vibratin', two missed calls from her lover
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| Textin', «Where you at girl?»
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| I ain’t gon' lie, we was deep between the covers
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| I was sayin', «Throw it back, girl»
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| Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, was my lover
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| It’s a shame last night she was with the lovers
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| Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, was my lover
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| I don’t think she’s comin' back, girl |