| Last night we had a one night stand
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| But when I woke up in the morning I missed you
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| You see, all I’m saying is «Can I see you again?»
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| 'Cause when you left you took a part of me with you
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| It’s like it’s an urban legend, his mistake
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| Her confession, how 'bout it for a first impression
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| How 'bout it, with the Birkin looking perfectly measured
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| Looking certain as ever like she got her purpose together, whatever
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| Him? |
| He was like a typical thug
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| Hat and glasses, he had to bag the baddest bitch at the club
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| He had a way with his words, a certain — how should I put it?
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| «Je ne sais quoi» is how the French bitches would mention him
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| Never known for loving 'em all, having 'em driving his cars
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| Having 'em in the mall on his budget balling
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| Him tryna call her is the part of the issue
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| He said that when she left she took a part of him with her
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| He ain’t a stranger to the one night stand
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| If you loving 'em, you’s a sucker, that’s the one night saying
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| But why give him the wrong number and fuck him later on girls
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| That’s all I’m saying, let me tell you how they met
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| He approached her with the usual swagger
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| «How you doing? |
| Blahzay-blee-blah-blah-blah» — the usual blabber
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| Now that the ice is broken it’s time to get linked
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| He asked her if he could buy her a drink, she nodded to him and said
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| «I don’t really drink but thank you for the offer
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| Let me buy you one and we can finish talking
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| How 'bout some Patron, and have him fill the cup up
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| And when you finish up we can get into something»
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| He like it’s easy as pie, you see it in his eyes
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| He tryna turn her out tonight and leave her where she lies
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| Tell his friend he hung her out to dry
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| Another bitch taps him on the shoulder and he turns around surprised
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| She said, «How you doing? |
| I think I know you from somewhere
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| Yes, I do, don’t you drive that Mercedes out there
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| You was driving by me one day I was walking
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| You pulled over to me and we started talking»
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| While they talking shorty one grabbed something out her Birkin
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| Tossed it in his drink and watched it sink to the surface
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| Shorty number two kept talking like she was tryna stall him
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| Long enough for that thing to dissolve in
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| One gives the signal, two says «Who's this?»
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| He’s like, «Sorry, I’m rude» then introduces
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| One to two — they start hitting it off
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| Just like he wants 'em to, it’s wonderful
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| He thinking, she’s a skeezer, she’s just easy
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| They both probably bi, so this should lead to a threesome
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| They both probably high 'cause neither one of 'em drinking
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| They both keep giggling so you know what he thinking
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| He swallows his Patron shot, sets the cup on top
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| The bar like we gon' fucking party, don’t stop
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| One cues two then, says, «Where your ride at?»
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| He says, «Hey, I let valet decide that»
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| They laugh, they leave, he says, «Mami, drive that
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| I’m tired or I’m high, I just wanna lie back»
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| They get to the hotel, they get on the elevator
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| He ain’t feeling so well like «Fuck it, I’ll get better later»
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| They get in the room and start taking off they clothes
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| Dude stepping out his shoes while he checking out the hoes
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| He’s sick so he sits, one says «Lay down»
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| Two says, «I'll take off his clothes, okay now?»
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| He loses consciousness, he dreams of number two riding him
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| Sliding up and down with no condom
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| Number one sucking on his dick using both hands
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| Both hoes dressed like nurses, I guess they role playing
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| He comes to as the room circles and comes to a stop
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| He’s not certain or not is he still dreaming
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| He feels numb so he looks down and sees
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| That he’s laying in a tub, full of ice from his knees
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| To his waist, in a bathroom with grief on his face
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| He feeling like he too weak to move so he waits
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| He feels around and notices a piece of paper sticking to the tub
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| From his bitches and it’s written in his blood (What the fuck is this?)
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| He panics, he screams, «Oh God, what’s happening?»
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| More reading, less praying, no time for rationing
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| The letter reads, «Never ask for shit
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| 'Cause you can get more than you ask for, we have your dick»
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| The letter reads, «Never ask for shit
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| 'Cause you can get more than you ask for, we have your dick»
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| Last night we had a one night stand
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| But when I woke up in the morning I missed you
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| You see, all I’m saying is «Can I see you again?»
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| 'Cause when you left you took a part of me with you |