| There she goes, pulling up
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| Hoppin' out the latest Beamer truck
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| Makeup running, that’s alright
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| Pretty face, nice thighs
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| Bad' than a motherfucker
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| Fire bomb, can’t nobody else touch her
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| Can’t believe what I’m seeing
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| Shawty’s amazing, I ain’t playin' when I’m sayin'
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| She’s sophisticated, get it, yeah
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| She’s sophisticated, get it, yeah
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| But she says she likes the bad boys
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| Well baby I’m a bad boy
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| She’s sophisticated, jaded, and headed out to Vegas
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| With her Louis V bags and her matching suite cases
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| And I know your heart is breakin' but baby what you waiting for
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| We out here, we out here
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| She won’t be sophisticated when we get a little faded, we out here
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| Another martini, one for the PYT goes well with the scenery
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| She can look fly whippin' a Hyundai or a goddamn Lamborghini
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| Baby love why you lookin' so sad
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| Make a night that you won’t forget, we out here, fuck yeah
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| If you’re sophisticated baby put ya hands up
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| If you fancy and you know it got your Louis bag to show it
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| Your hair and nails done, man somebody should of told me she’s so sophisticated |