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Does my hair look beautiful? (Yeah)Do my titties look right?You think I can knock a boy off right now?All the girls that's here for the truthCome put both hands on the DJ boothThen wine your waist to the big man soundMan, I get too stiff'cause that ting's too round, good GodMake me lift up your gown, know your face so sweetWanna spin you aroundIf I go link gang, I'll bring you aroundIf I go to the bar, I'll bring you aroundWhich one? Which one?You're not like the tings you're aroundYou're a real good girlso I'm bringin' you downBut come to the bed, I'll fling you around, wehThese guys can't make songs for the gyal demTrust me, this how the single should soundFuck anyone that's bringing you downSweetheart, you're doing your thing right now, good GodYeah, all the girls that's here for the truthCome put two hands 'round DJ boothThen wine your waist pon a real good yute demYou want Cench or your ex, which one?You want friends or success, which one?Tell the sound man, "Spin this one"Play this for the gyal dem party, dunGod forbid a girl's tryna have funI got X, if you wanna take drugsYou wanna have sex or do you wanna make love?Which one? Which one? Which one? Which one?Got a fairy ting and I got a witch oneA G'd up ting that I bring sticks 'roundAnd I've got a good girl, good girl, snitch oneToo many gyal, now I gotta switch oneTurn the hotel to a 20v1Three-sixty, my head got spunJunk in the trunk, can see it from frontGirl, your body is tea, it's pain, I'm sprungYour backside weighin' you down, one tonI got a chopstick for your wontonTell me what you want, what you really, really wantPut a coin in the slot, ya just hit jackpotAyy, all the girls that's here for the truthCome put two hands on the DJ boothThen wine your waist for the six-side yute andPut your head inna the pillow, face firstFace first, face first, face firstAyy, face first, face firstPut your head inna the pillow, face firstI'm in the jam with the mandem, burstYou got makeup on the white shirtI wanna fuck on your face and skirtYou need to throw that ting inna reverseThen work, work, work, work, workYeah, work, work, work, work, workYour last man broke your heart and it hurtsYou could cry out ya eye and curseYou want diamond watch, you want purseYou don't need swimsuit, take off your shirtBend your back gyal, don't say a wordFace of a angel, I come like churchI can't wait, girl, I'm not a waiterBut you're sexy, you still get servedI'm at the Claridge's in London, burstPut your head inna the pillow, face firstYeah, all the girls that's here for the truthCome put both hands on the DJ boothThen wine your waist for the six-side yute demAyy, you want Cench or your ex, which one?You want friends or success, which one?Tell the sound man, "Spin this one"Play this for the gyal dem party, dun
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