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There she goes, pulling up |
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Hoppin' out the latest Beamer truck |
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Makeup running, that's alright |
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Pretty face, nice thighs |
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Bad' than a mother****** |
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Fire bomb, can't nobody else touch her |
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Can't believe what I'm seeing |
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Shawty's amazing, I ain't playin' when I'm sayin' |
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She's sophisticated, get it, yeah |
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She's sophisticated, get it, yeah |
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But she says she likes the bad boys |
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Well baby I'm a bad boy |
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She's sophisticated, jaded, and headed out to Vegas |
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With her Louis V bags and her matching suite cases |
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And I know your heart is breakin' but baby what you waiting for |
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We out here, we out here |
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She won't be sophisticated when we get a little faded, we out here |
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Another martini, one for the PYT goes well with the scenery |
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She can look fly whippin' a Hyundai or a goddamn lamborghini |
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Baby love why you lookin' so sad |
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Make a night that you won't forget, we out here, ****** yeah |
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If you're sophisticated baby put ya hands up |
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If you fancy and you know it got your Louis bag to show it |
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Your hair and nails done, man somebody should of told me she's so sophisticated |