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All right!It's guys like you, baby,That give the boys a bad name,Keep your hands where I can see 'em,Keep the malla malla may.Ima fesa groy,Come to my room,Kill 'em in my thighs,Tella malla toy.Woo Woo!All right!You hot the workin' on,Goc balda toe,Sup the badass repato,Reba bada toe.Ima fesa groy,Come to my room,Kill 'em in my thighs,Tella malla toy.So head on home to her, honey,Just be glad we didn't kill anybody,And I swear I'll never tell anybody,We're always lookin' at you sell a plain brown mirror,So beat a boy to be ghetto, son.Bop, ba da do bop bop bopYou think it's good like I'm not mose, well,Hoein' desperate,And I hated you for likin' meIma fesa groy,Come to my room,Kill 'em in my thighs,Tella malla toy.So head on home to her, honey,Just be glad we didn't kill anybody,And I swear I'll never tell anybody,We're always lookin' at you sell a plain brown mirror,So beat a boy to be ghetto, son.Think you're such a badass,Think you're such a rat,Think you're such a rebel,Da nam bana tad.Ina danam bea-da,Wina nana toe,Think you're such a badass,Ima menna ter.Ima fesa groy,Come to my room,Kill 'em in my thighs,Tella malla toy,Ima fesa groy,Come to my room,Kill 'em in my thighs.I'm pure platnum,Got the discs at home,Why do I feel so bad,Anna, nanna hoy
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