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Let them watch, keep staring |
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Hating all the things we do |
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Try to knock us off a cloud |
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They got all eyes on us |
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We should know now what we got |
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To sing like no one's around |
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And dance like your mama ain't proud, proud |
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Drop down do the hoaky-poaky |
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She ain't even down for the oky-docky |
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Notice we're the coldest team |
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Is on the scene, I'm born to lean |
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I don't even sleep long enough to have a dream |
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Reality, unfortunate |
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Girls hanging on me like on the? |
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And I play the game like a? |
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I try to win stopping in my? like teems |
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Start clap, snap back, black, let it back pack |
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Turn back to my knees |
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They can judge our shoes but not our moves |
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We ain't got no one to please |
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Let them watch, keep staring |
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Hating all the things we do |
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Try to knock us off a cloud |
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They got all eyes on us |
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We should know now what we got |
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To sing like no one's around |
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And dance like your mama ain't proud, proud |
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Make your knees touch your elbow |
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Have me stick it two like a vale crow |
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Stick and straight up like scale crow |
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Shoulda see the pic she send to my cell phone |
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Extruded, don't hate it |
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Don't play it, motivated, been getting to it since I graduated |
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Hate but chase her, pow it up look it for the hole man to taste her |
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When she left she had a hole bag with make up |
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I wait crop top, with lips top shot, fresh tap holes at the knees |
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They can judge our shoes but not our moves |
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We ain't got no one to please |
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Let them watch, keep staring |
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Hating all the things we do |
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Try to knock us off a cloud |
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They got all eyes on us |
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We should know now what we got |
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To sing like no one's around and dance |
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Dance how you wanna (how you wanna) |
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Love who you wanna (who you wanna) |
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Dance how you wanna, how you wanna |
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Love who you wanna, who you wanna |
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Be who you wanna, who you wanna, |
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You're how you wanna |
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Dance like your mama ain't proud, |
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Yeah, yeah |
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Like your mama ain't proud, |
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Like your mama ain't proud, |
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Like your mama, your mama, your mama |
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Let them watch, keep staring |
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Hating all the things we do |
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Try to knock us off a cloud |
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They got all eyes on us |
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We should know now what we got |
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To sing like no one's around |
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And dance like your mama ain't proud |
