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[Verse 1: Kat Dahlia] |
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Black night, white lane |
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Free up, make rain oh |
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We so about it! Sun down, gold chain |
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My cup, my jane oh |
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We so about it... |
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We live in the jungle, we cocky but humble |
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You don't wanna rumble, speak up bitch don't mumble |
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You want it you got it, supply for the party |
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Bitch, I'll be your preacher, I get this shit started! |
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[Hook] |
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When the clock strikes 12 |
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I'mma set it off just like I wanna |
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Ooh baby, when the clock strikes 12 |
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We gon' turn it up don't tell your mama |
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Yeahehehehehe |
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[Verse 2] |
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White noise, propane |
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Black doors, no name oh |
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We so about it! |
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Red lips no taste, red eyes no hay oh |
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We so about it... |
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I don't got pajamas, I do what I wanna |
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I'm out for the night, yeah I'll sleep in the corner |
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I live in these streets, I don't care if they're haunted |
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It's hot on my block, if you slip you're a goner... |
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[Bridge] |
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'Cuz when the clock strikes 12, all the freaks come out and play, eh |
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And when the clock strikes 12, we gon' ride it like a train, eh |
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You wanna ride with me eh eh, come baby come and ride my train |
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You wanna ride with me eh eh... |
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[Hook] |
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We so about it! |
