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Five foot three |
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She put the O in low cut jeans |
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Bad girl written on her baby T |
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But she sure look good to me |
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You know not the ordinary |
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She got me whipped like |
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Cream without the cherry |
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And for a playa me that's kinda scary |
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Cause I don't fall easily |
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You know |
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CHORUS |
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Shorty got a tongue ring |
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And you know that could |
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Only mean one thing |
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Shes the bad type of girl |
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That you dream about |
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But don't you dare |
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Bring her home to your |
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Mamas house |
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Cause you know |
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Shorty got a tattoo |
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A little devil on her hip |
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Smiling at you |
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And though I like what I see |
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So why is it wrong |
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For me to believe |
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That shorty could be right for me |
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I bit my lip |
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Cause baby girl |
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She flipped the script |
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Took a pen and wrote |
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Her digits on my wrist |
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Said to call me up and don't forget |
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Im not gonna shower |
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Till I call her up |
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And let her know the hour |
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To come and meet me |
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On sunset blvd |
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Cause Im diggin what |
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Im seeing so far shorty |
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CHORUS |
