I got this shit on lock, I got this shit
One, two, three
And if I had something to say to
Black dress with the tights underneath
I've got the breath of
I?ma hit you from the back, I?ma hit you from
Oh God, God, she's really done it now
Coked up, her
I'm not your boyfriend, baby
I ain't your cute little sex
Oh, I see yep, yep photofinnish
When they see them glimmerin'
When I come up in the club, I'm talking mad
I mean what can I say
Three babies in the backseat
Nice legs, Daisy Dukes makes a man go
That's the way
Go ahead and burn it down
I'm drunk and so is
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