| I feel you creepin'
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| I can see it from my shadow
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| Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
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| Maybe go to my place
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| And just kick it like Tae-Bo
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| And possibly bend you over
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| Look back and watch me
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| Shorty, if you wanna ride, you can ride on me
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| We can bump heads and collide on me
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| Want beef? |
| Damn right, can rely on me
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| To bring that Campbell like Naomi
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| Just pull that girl and take it on easy
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| Lookin' all oiled-up and all greasy
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| 'Bout that time you stop that teasin'
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| Way that you drop done got me here cheesin'
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| What’s funny is that you takin' all my money for real
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| I’d rather spend it on you right now than my homie’s bail
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| And I can see that’s what you’re made fo'
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| And ain’t ever been no lame ho
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| With that booty bought and paid fo'
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| Won’t move 'til you on my payroll
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| I feel you creepin'
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| I can see it from my shadow
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| Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
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| Maybe go to my place
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| And just kick it like Tae-Bo
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| And possibly bend you over
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| Look back and watch me
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| (Yeah, yeah, Stat Quo! Ahhh!)
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| I love when you do it
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| Girl, move to it like you’re used to it
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| Drop it down, I want to put my thing through it
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| To the crib we go, go fast and slow
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| Make it twirl like a stripper, slide down my pole
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| Shorty ass so swole, got your boy like, «Whoa!»
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| One night with me, now she wanna marry Stat Quo
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| But I’m like, «No, let’s keep it on the low
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| On occasion let me come through and tap that hole.»
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| Make you lose control and all her girls know
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| That I hit it right at night, I’m a pro
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| I only come 'round and get sexual
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| If she flexible and bisexual
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| I might stay around for a longer time
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| Only if, only if she can blow my mind
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| I can hurt that, murk that, work that spine
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| Now she in love and wants to be mine; |
| Stat Quo, yeah!
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| I feel you creepin'
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| I can see it from my shadow
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| Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
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| Maybe go to my place
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| And just kick it like Tae-Bo
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| And possibly bend you over
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| Look back and watch me
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| (Yeah, it’s Bobby Creek, know what I’m sayin'?)
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| The ice in the watch reflects the light to her
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| The money quite green and the ice light bluer
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| The swag might kill her, so I said good night to her
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| She don’t want me to leave, I can see right through her
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| So we dipped out, burn one, trip out
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| Get low like Caribbean limbo
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| Didn’t go out like light, baby girl, get right
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| Head so swole my hat don’t fit right
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| We can cruise in the car or we could take flight
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| The middle of the night, make your body eight-like
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| Mike Vick against the Eagles
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| Call myself a king 'cause I’m regal
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| To be this hot is not legal
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| But we don’t care—listen, baby, it’s a fact that
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| If you drop back I’ma quarterback sack that
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| We can go deep and I can shark attack that
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| Say you don’t remember where your keys and your hat at?
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| I feel you creepin'
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| I can see it from my shadow
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| Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
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| Maybe go to my place
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| And just kick it like Tae-Bo
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| And possibly bend you over
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| Look back and watch me
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh
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| Smack that, all on the floor
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| Smack that, give me some more
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| Smack that, 'til you get sore
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| Smack that, oh-ohhh-oh-ohh |