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Yeah you wanna break it up I told her to take it off Yeah, tell me you love me Uh-uh, she ain't sayin' much Yeah really a youngster, really a kid But we ain't playin' much Yeah, gettin' my chains and gettin' my money No we ain't changin' that Yeah, now we growing up And she say it's society Yeah, rockin' the beat but I bet Peter doesn't like me Yeah, hittin' like lightning It's a trick of the lighting Tell me you love me, and sauce on you, you gotta hide it All my clothes like Tisdale, I'll cover your wrist girl I got this sh*t new, yeah, you got it from resale I been countin' blues yeah, it came through the email I been hittin' you yeah, you ain't ever read them (David) Treat me how she wanted, hit the sea, arms out In the back of the car She want me to play with her kitty Heart breaker, said she make me want more ? Cruisin' down to the arcade, here but I'm far away We're on the highway, stay facin' the rear view Pack on my lap, like a lap dance A better feeling is my last chance And she never gave a f**k, but sh*t I never f**ked up And if you need to run it longer Snort the adderall off the truck
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