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She got a body like a |
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God almighty |
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Hot as a pistol |
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Drinkin' liquor out the bottle |
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Got a friend named |
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Crystal Done away with the past |
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She left it dead in the |
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Chevy My little runaway |
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Whinnie Got my back and she ready |
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Booty shorts in beetle |
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Tramp stamp with |
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Adidas And |
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I think she tryin' to bust my speakers |
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She grew up around the corner, father was a stoner |
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Mother been gone since shorty was around 10 |
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Now she's 'bout 19, cussin' like a sailor |
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Smokin' (a Capri), and sippin' up on her |
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Jager Flippin' off the cops, tell her stop, but she don't care |
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Says she just want to have a little fun, no fair |
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Got her feet up on the dash |
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Laughin', smokin' up my stash |
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Says she don't care where we goin' |
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Just as long as we're goin' fast [Chorus] |
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And she knows |
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I love her |
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And I'd do anything for her |
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She's my little rideout chick, that |
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I hideout with 12-pack right beside her |
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And when it all goes down, she'll still be around |
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Even if I don't wife her |
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My little rideout chick, tough little bitch |
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Swear she got it goin' on |
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me |
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Just as long as |
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I don't take her home |
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And we high, and she bumpin' |
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T.I. Ain't she somethin' |
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She fly, and she loves me |
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She says but she lies |
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And she steals, and she drinks like a man |
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She got moves |
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Watch her work it and drop it |
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Wiggle, jiggle, and pop it |
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And she's kinda spacey, maybe little crazy |
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Throwin' beer cans at the speed limit signs |
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While we whippin' through the back roads |
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Young, but she acts old |
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Head out the window to let her long hair blow |
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Wants to go out to |
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Vegas to make us some big dough |
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Pedal to the floor baby, careful what you ask for |
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Got her feet up on the dash |
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Laughin', smokin' up my stash |
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Says she don't care where we goin' just as long as we're goin' fast [Chorus] |
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And she knows |
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I love her |
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And I'd do anything for her |
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She's my little rideout chick, that |
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I hideout with 12-pack right beside her |
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And when it all goes down, she'll still be around |
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Even if I don't wife her |
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My little rideout chick, tough little bitch |
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Swear she got it goin' on |
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as |
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I don't take her home |
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We're like |
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Mickey and |
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Mallory, Whilin' out on the run |
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Hate it for whoever gotta clean up the mess when we're done |
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We're fuckin' shots at the moon |
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Tearin' up motel rooms |
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We set the night on fire |
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Just for the smell of the fumes |
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She got my back, |
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I got hers |
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Her bond is left, and not words |
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Livin' life on the edge |
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Fast as we can in a blur |
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She's my rideout chick |
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And the chick don't snitch |
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We gon' run it til the wheels fall off in this bitch [Chorus] |
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And she knows |
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I love her |
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And I'd do anything for her |
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She's my little rideout chick, that |
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I hideout with 12-pack right beside her |
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And when it all goes down, she'll still be around |
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Even if I don't wife her |
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My little rideout chick, tough little bitch |
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Swear she got it goin' on |
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as |
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I don't take her home |
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She's my little rideout chick, that |
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I hideout with 12-pack right beside her |
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And when it all goes down, she'll still be around |
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Even if I don't wife her |
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My little rideout chick, tough little bitch |
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Swear she got it goin' on |
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Says I can take her 'bout anywhere with me, just as long as |
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I don't take her home |
