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If your mother had her druthers |
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Won't be riding with another rolling stone |
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If these bitches had three wishes, |
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You'd be busted up with stitches comatose |
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With a broken nose |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Are you diggin' what I mean? |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene |
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These pretty boys all call you "poison" |
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But we never let those boys in |
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Tit for tat |
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It's unexciting, all the fighting |
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All these suckers always biting |
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Where it's at |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Are you diggin' what I mean? |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene |
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Oh, you shake me like a coup |
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I feel I don't know what to do |
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You're just a child |
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You'd say "sike-naw" to an outlaw |
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It's like sparring with a southpaw |
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Swinging wild |
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Oh my God... |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Are you diggin' what I mean? |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene |
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Oh shit. |
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Oh ee oh, oh oh |
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Oh ee oh, oh oh |
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Oh ee oh, oh oh |
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Oh ee oh, oh oh |
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(repeat in background until fade) |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Are you diggin' what I mean? |
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I wanna be your limousine |
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Sick and sick, let's split the scene |
