| She’s starin' and the mood is right
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| Music blarin' and the ladies are lookin' nice
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| I’m lookin' good and you know it too
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| So tell me why should I fuck with you?
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| She always callin, blowin' up my instant messenger
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| It’s getting hot in here, I’m turning off the temperature
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| This club is crawling with exotic stripper leopard skirts
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| They got’s me feeling like I’m never having sex with her!
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| She always callin, blowin' up my instant messenger
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| It’s getting hot in here I’m turning off the temperature
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| This club is crawling with exotic stripper leopard skirts
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| They got’s me feeling like I’m never having sex with her
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| I will fuck you!
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| I don’t wanna fuck you!
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| Where I took you!
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| (You sound so innocent!)
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| I will suck you, you got me feeling so alive
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| I will fuck you! |
| In the sky!
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| I showed ya' you ain’t got’s to go slow motion
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| Hoping that she’d don’t have a disease
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| Even though she’s bleedin', I’m leavin'
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| Heavy breathin', there’ll be no conceivin'
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| Thats a rap after the big nasty
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| Grabbed into the happy
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| Gone, stop, this goes no further
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| You couldn’t pay me to touch that traunchburger
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| What the fuck is a traunchburger?!
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| She always callin, blowin' up my instant messenger
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| It’s getting hot in here I’m turning off the temperature
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| This club is crawling with exotic stripper leopard skirts
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| They got’s me feeling like I’m never having sex with her
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| I ain’t never gonna fuck you!
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| This is true, roses smell like, poo poo!
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| You say you love me, I bet that you do!
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| But I will never, ever, ever, ever
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| Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
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| Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
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| Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever
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| Ever, ever, ever
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| Ah, ever, ever
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| Ever, ever, ever
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| Fuck you!
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| I don’t wanna have sex with this whore
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| (But she looks so sexy when she moves)
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| I dont wanna have sex any more
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| (Quit bein' a fucking prune)
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| I don’t wanna have sex with this whore
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| (But dude, this bitch is hot!)
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| I don’t wanna have sex anymore
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| (Just take another shot, or I’ll beat the fuck outta' you)
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| Ha-ha-ha, you son of a…
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| She always callin, blowin' up my instant messenger
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| It’s getting hot in here I’m turning off the temperature
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| This club is crawling with exotic stripper leopard skirts
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| They got’s me feeling like I’m never having sex with her |