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[verse 1: Tyler] |
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Oh yeah, this my shit |
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Both hands on my dick |
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Coke and whatever's gon' mix |
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I ain't really picky I just wanna get tip...sy |
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R.I.P. them days when I was in J's like Bieber and |
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Days when I couldn't imagine being friends |
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With these types of girls now I leave with them |
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[Hook: Marc] |
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Standing on the edge of this crowd |
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Music in the air so loud |
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Lost you somewhere in the night |
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Got to get you back on my side |
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Take out my phone I'm calling you up |
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But all I hear is (2x) |
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[Verse 2: Tyler] |
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Oh yeah, put my feet up |
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Chillin' so hard that I'll probably need a |
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Parka and a scarf, when I start pulling knobs |
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Like I'm some kind of parking meter |
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They all wanna catch up |
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But I just want to see ya |
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So I'm looking through my cell phone |
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Cause I feel like I need ya |
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[Hook: Marc] |
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[Outro: Marc] |
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Look at that girl with the lights coming up in her eyes |
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She must be somebodies baby |
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She's got to be somebodies baby |
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All the guys on the corner stand back |
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Let her walk on by |
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She must be somebodies baby |
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She's got to be somebodies baby |
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Take out my phone, I'm calling you up |
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Oooohhh, yeah-eh |
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Woo!! |