| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t get they life like they used to
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| They don’t get they life
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t snap that snap like they used to
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| They don’t snap that snap
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| They don’t click-click-clack like they used to
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| They don’t click-click-clack
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| They don’t arch that back like they used to
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| They don’t arch that back
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| They don’t bump that track like they used to
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| They don’t bump that track like they used to
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| Dance
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| 'Til the night dies, 'til the night dies
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| Live
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| To the sunrise, to the sunrise
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| Work
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| Get your whole life, get your whole life
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| We gon' pose for that spotlight
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| We gon' dance 'til the night dies
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t get they life like they used to
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| They don’t get they life
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| We at the scene, check the posse
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| Faces adjusted to capacity
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| I don’t know them, but they know me
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| Bitch if you gagging, then that’s my ID
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| If we in the room, it’s a kiki
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| Ballin', they brought in the bottles for free
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| Taking the night, don’t want to leave
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| Don’t kill my vibe, don’t touch my weave
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| Don’t kill my vibe, don’t touch my weave
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| Don’t kill my vibe, don’t touch my weave
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| Don’t kill my vibe, don’t touch my weave
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| Don’t kill my vibe, don’t touch my weave
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| Weave, weave, weave, weave
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| Weave, weave, weave, weave
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| Weave, weave, weave, weave
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| Weave, weave, weave, weave
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| Weave, weave
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| Don’t kill my vibe, don’t touch my weave
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t get they life like they used to
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| They don’t get they life
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| We goin' in, no photo ops
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| They takin' pictures like they with the paps
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| Girls in their heels, boys in their crops
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| Fake booties shaking even if they tops
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| We hit the room, everything stops
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| They spyin' me, eyein' me, like Fetty Wap
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| I love when the bass and the cakes drop
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| When you hit the floor the DJ play the bop
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| Dance
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| 'Til the night dies, 'til the night dies
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| Live
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| To the sunrise, to the sunrise
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| Work
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| Get your whole life, get your whole life
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| We gon' pose for that spotlight
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| We gon' dance 'til the night dies
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t get they life like they used to
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| They don’t get they life
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t snap that snap like they used to
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| They don’t snap that snap
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| They don’t click-click-clack like they used to
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| They don’t click-click-clack
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| They don’t arch that back like they used to
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| They don’t arch that back
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| They don’t bump that track like they used to
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| They don’t bump that track like they used to
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| Hey
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| Calling all of my bad bitches
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| My bad bitches, where ya’ll at? |
| (Right here, right here, right here)
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| Say hey
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| If your booty real fat, bitches
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| My bad bitches, where ya’ll at? |
| (Right here, right here, right here)
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| Tonight, we 'bout to bring out the freaks
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| Glitter all over our feet
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| We want the speakers to bleed
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| Yea, yea, yea
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| Tonight, we be who we wanna be
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| Your body on my body
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| DJ give me what I need
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| Yea, yea, yea
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to
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| They don’t make dem beats
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| They don’t get they life like they used to
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| They don’t get they life
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| They don’t take the night like they used to
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| Ooh, Todrick child
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| They don’t make dem beats like they used to girl
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| Hahaha! |