| Yeah we get along together, I don’t got a lot of money
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| When she pick my ass up in her daddy’s Mazerati
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| I’m a Motown kid, she’s a California hottie
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| Says her folks ain’t home and that’s when we get to rocking
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| 'Cause she got a big crib and she’s getting kinda lonely
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| And my phone goes off and she texts me that she’s horny
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| Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| This love is out control
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| She calls me when she’s all alone
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| 'Cause I’m an outta town kid
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| With some outta town swag, oh
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| Come over
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| Come over
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| Come over she said
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| Yeah we get along together, I know how to keep her happy
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| She want good sex, couple Xannies or some addy
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| And we hit the coolest parties
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| Vicky hit me with the addy
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| She calls me up late and she only calls me Zaddy
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| We in Beverly Hills and we always getting faded
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| Said remember me Will, when you get famous
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| Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Like oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| This love is out control
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| She calls me when she’s all alone
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| 'Cause I’m an outta town kid
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| With some outta town swag, oh
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| Come over
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| Come over
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| Come over she said
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| This love is out control
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| She calls me when she’s all alone
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| 'Cause I’m an outta town kid
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| With some outta town swag, oh
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| Come over
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| Come over
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| Come over she said |