| Ohhhhh
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| Got a bad bitch from the City of the Rose
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| And she knows, how it goes
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| She never left the city but she’s not local
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| Shawty we could get together, it’s whatever
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| Just give me the green light
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| Then we swerving down Marine Drive
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| Windows open, and your hair blowing
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| I can hardly focus, can you poke it out for me?
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| Know what I mean? |
| In those jeans
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| Tell me, is there really room for me (For me)
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| In those jeans?
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| Tell me do you wanna fuck with a young nigga like myself?
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| Could you ever fall in love with a young nigga like myself?
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| And I’ve been thinking 'bout you, nobody else
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| And my loving’s good for your health
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| I really need somebody, tell me you’re that somebody
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| Said I really need somebody, tell me you’re that somebody
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| I really need somebody, need somebody, need somebody
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| Need somebody
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| I really need somebody, are you that somebody?
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| I really need somebody, are you that somebody? |