| You got a face like the Madonna, crying tears of gold
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| Been pumping gas at the Texaco road to road
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| You’re on the run, oh, baby, yeah
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| You’re on the run, oh, baby
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| I’m not a trick boy, I’m a trick for you
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| You give me butterflies
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| Heart skipping one, two
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| I know you’re sick, boy
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| I wanna get the flu
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| I’m running temperatures thinking of your love, boo
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| Brooklyn move my soul like this
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| Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl')
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (Drop it like it’s hot, girl)
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| I know your lips say that you want to, but your heart’s a no
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| But boy, your hips say that you’re going
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| When you hold me, hold me
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| You’re so fun, b-baby
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| You are so much fun, b-baby
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| My local rock star, the really big crew
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| I’m feeling you, boy, you’re liking me too
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| I’m clocking chicks left and right just to get to you
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| You’re out there on the grind now
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| Come home to your queen, boo
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| Brooklyn move my soul like this
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| Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl')
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (Drop it like it’s hot, girl)
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| Brooklyn move my soul like this
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| Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl')
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (Drop it like it’s hot, girl)
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| We’re a match made in heaven
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| If they’re gonna talk, let 'em
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| If they don’t think we’re good together
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| Baby, just forget 'em
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| When he’s bad, he’s bad
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| But when he’s good, no one’s better
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| 'Cause we’re a match made in heaven
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| And this kind of love’s forever
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| Brooklyn move my soul like this
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| Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl')
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (Drop it like it’s hot, girl)
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| Brooklyn move my soul like this
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| Kissing my stilettos, move your mouth up to my lips
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (He said 'Show 'em what you got, girl')
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| Come on over, ghetto baby
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| (Drop it like it’s hot, girl) |