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[**feat. Justin Timberlake & Pharrell Williams**] |
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[Hook: Justin Timberlake] |
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I just wanna touch ya girl, the way you move |
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Oh, you make me love you girl, cause lady you cool |
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That's the way, you can move it baby |
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Tell your girls, to come join our table |
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Don't you worry, just keep movin boo |
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Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you |
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Ain't no doubt about it girl, the way you move |
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Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool |
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[Verse 1: Game] |
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G-A-M-E, drop top Bent-a-ley |
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Gucci belt buckle fresh out of Italy |
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I'm a baller, literally |
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Haters are swine flu, you're killing me |
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I'm looking down on you from where the ceiling be |
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Me and my *****s swarm on you like the killer bees |
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My chick riding shotgun, Billie Jean |
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Half Belizian, half from the Phillipines |
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*****s energy, is like they got the heaves |
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Sick of me think they wanna nine milly me |
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But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat |
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My bullets sing like their registered to ASCAP |
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Need I say more out in Singapore |
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Everything I do exotic I don't need to bring a broad |
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Mr. Red Carpet, I don't do awards |
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You want it I done it five million on tour, offshore |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Ayo Pharrell, I'm ri-ri-diculous, so-so sick with it |
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You can call me cancer but I don't smoke cigarettes |
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Come through in a 'rari same color as licorice |
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If I ain't with her my ***** like "this my *****'s *****t" |
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Haters beware, I can see clear |
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Through the lens on these black Louis V's yeah |
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Something 'bout Mary, make me wanna blow up |
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And P got the 'disiac for me when I show up |
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Whip game crazy I call it all kinda |
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You a big fish to swim the piranhas |
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Used to call me "**** Game" when I Jose |
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Now I play the Roosevelt and I cop Rose |
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(*****s be like yo you lease that? No way) |
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California Slim license plate St. Tropez |
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Eat at a table full of toupees, lobsters |
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Been a mobster since the two-way holla |
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[Hook] |
