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Accelerate (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, 2 Chainz)

Christina Aguilera

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Accelerate (feat. Ty Dolla $ign, 2 Chainz)

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Hide it 'til we feel itThen we feel it, 'til we fight it, yeahHold it 'til we need it, never leave itDidn't want itNew York, worldwide (L. A. , worldwide)Borders my city (Girl, that's my home)Just pulled up to the hotel (Hotel, hotel)All my day ones here with me (Ah, yeah)We got moola, powerYeah, we on fire tonightGonna get it how we want it'Cause we 'bout it, 'bout that lifeBaby, it's alrightBaby, it's alrightBaby, it's OKBaby, it's OKSpark round laterDon't worry 'bout tomorrowI be with my ladies you can find me thereTry to play us, we gon' start a riot up in hereAccelerate, c'mon babePick up your speedStamina, fill me upThat's what I needAnother shot, you comin' home with meFuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubsWhat's wrong with meAll my boss ladies (In the city, yeah)Go get your MercedesNo matter long as you get there (Get there)Just don't let it drive you crazyGet that moola, powerYou on fire tonightYou can get it how you want itThat's it, go tonightBaby, it's alrightBaby, it's alrightBaby, it's OKBaby, it's OKSpark round laterDon't worry 'bout tomorrow (Nah, nah, nah, nah)I be with my ladies you can find me there (Find me)Try to play us, we gon' start a riot up in hereAccelerate, c'mon babePick up your speedStamina, fill me upThat's what I needAnother shot, you comin' home with me (Yeah)Fuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubs (2 Chainz)What's wrong with meRight, leftMic leftMic check, trap checkSex drive NascarCrash it like the NasdaqMore than you can expectEverything except jealousy and envyWe gon' move on past thatJoint strong, pass thatOoh, girl, bad, badWhere the, where the cash at?Don't forget the hashtagPretty, pretty, so sadittyWork it out, muscle memoryGet the money, my abilityUntil the end, 2000, infinityI put it in, now that you're feelin' meLook how I'm killin' itLeavin' there to chillYou ain't got internet?Just left the BenedictI got no benefitsDid it deliberateKilled you to prove I'm innocentHide it 'til we feel itThen we feel it, 'til we fight it, yeahHold it 'til we need it, never leave itDidn't want itFuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubsWhat's wrong with meAccelerate, c'mon babePick up your speed (Pick up your speed, babe)Stamina, fill me upThat's what I need (Oh, yeah)Another shot, you comin' home with meFuck all these drugs, fuck all these clubsWhat's wrong with meOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, wooOoh-ooh, yeah, ah, yeahOoh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah, yeahOoh-ooh, oh yeahOoh-ooh, ooh-oohOoh-oohOoh-ooh, ooh-oohOoh-oohYeah, yeah
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