| Yeah, world in your palms
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| Stare at your shoes, never looked in the stars
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| Heart on my sleeve, shoulder, my arm
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| Oh, you ice cold, I brush off the salt
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| Tell me what it takes to get in them draws
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| Got that slick tongue talk, that shit make you moist
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| Come ride that pony 'til your voice is hoarse
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| How you drop to your knees make me praise the lord, yeah
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| Link with your girls and you’re hardly sober
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| Claim that they bi, but really just bipolar
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| Most of 'em can’t decide on which filter
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| Ooh, ya need guidance? |
| Let me help show ya
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| Ex-girl crazy, you should be careful
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| I think Cupid hit his bow, arrow
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| On my head, it’s crazy, but that my baby
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| Tax season, fuck around, claim ya
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| I said hot shit
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| They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
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| Feel it through your body, know that we ain’t gonna sleep
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| Yeah, can you keep a promise? |
| Tell me all your secrets
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| Restin' on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
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| A time when to meet
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| Just wait on the kick and try and catch the beat
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| If you find the rhythm that you want from me
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| No move with no pawn, you move like a queen
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| Attractive by law, don’t care what your friends think
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| They love to talk shit, yeah, their breath stink
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| Most of them broke, I hand out the X-ray's
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| Or ski slopes and I ain’t talkin' X Games
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| GPS, the phone get turned off
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| Connection get weak, the signal get lost, yeah
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| New heights, everybody wanna be ya
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| So they try reach ya, I tell 'em keep callin'
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| This shit fresh off the pot
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| Make your mama sweat, you should watch yourself
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| Make 'em ask for more, give 'em what they want
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| Have 'em comin' back, man, they feenin', ah
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| I said hot shit
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| They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
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| Feel it through your body, know that we ain’t gonna sleep
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| Yeah, can you keep a promise? |
| Tell me all your secrets
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| Restin' on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
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| I said hot shit
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| They just want that hot shit, music they could geek to
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| Feel it through your body, know that we ain’t gonna sleep
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| Yeah, can you keep a promise? |
| Tell me all your secrets
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| Restin' on your conscience, all your secrets safe with me
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| I said hot shit (shit)
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| I said hot shit (shit)
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| I said hot shit (shit)
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| Through your body, know that we ain’t gonna sleep
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| We goin'
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They just want that hot shit |