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I see her out, yeah... |
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All over town |
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But I get no play |
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My man says 'you gotta be crazy' |
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I talk of things |
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That might be to her |
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In a voice that makes her pulse rush... |
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Yeah, I can tell. |
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Remose Namaremose |
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Watch her dance man, |
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You know you gotta be crazy. |
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... |
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Man, you gotta be crazy |
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... |
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I knowvio might role over you |
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So I gotta go slow. |
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Yeah I can tell... |
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He had her love, |
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But he had to leave it |
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I know of love man |
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And you just can't beat it. |
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... |
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Now I just know Baby. |
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I'm not bad to love, |
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So why the face girl? |
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Why the face girl... |
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... |
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You've gotta be crazy |
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... |
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You gotta be crazy |
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... |
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You got to be crazy |
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... |
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you gotta be crazy |
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Her she comes now, |
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You gotta watch her walk |
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Down that street, |
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Yeah, you gotta watch her walk |
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Down that street |
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Like she owns it, yeah |
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With a boom-boom |
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and a boom-boom |
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Just like she owns the motherf***r |
