| Ain’t the type to let you tell her what she needs
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| Ain’t gon' sit or stand around
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| I laid them all, I leave 'em sick mamacita on me
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| One touch is never allowed
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| She said «What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want,
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| what you want, what you want, what you want»
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| «What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want,
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| what you want, what you want»
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Where you goin?
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| Where you goin?
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| Where you goin?
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| Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo
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| I need a winning woman, a wonder woman
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| A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot
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| She knowin' what she doing like the music here
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| When she step on the scene she could light up the block, ugh
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| Sittin' all, took her, make her awesome
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| Simple hearts
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| Had too many women I know
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| Who could look at your soul, just by looking at you
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| I heard she got these niggas falling at her feet
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| She kneels to no one with her golden crown
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| You’d be the one play ball
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| You’d be the one play ball
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| Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
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| Be my guide in the dark, ugh
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| Have mercy on me, put some magic on me
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| Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Where you goin'?
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| Where you goin'?
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| Where you goin'?
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| Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo
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| So when did we become, so sophisticated and smart
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| And trying so hard, that we forget that we were animals
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| But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds
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| It never would occur to people her up-downs
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| Convertible would murder evil, pup pup hounds
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| Just been dogging her
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| Courtesy and real love found, just been dodging her
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| Mr. man, misogyny hands, been massaging her
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| If she ran and blew up her town, shit I would pardon her
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| Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff
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| Put her heart in your hand, she threw a tantrum
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| Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent
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| Hear they’ve been telling her nah since forever
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| Hear some Melvin and Bluenotes is all she know
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| Murder, murder, murder
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| My murder is all she wrote
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| Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat
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| All the dirty verdicts, she learns watching soaps
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| Yeah
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Where you goin?
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| Where you goin?
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| Where you goin?
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| Semi-automatic with the passion when we making love
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| Never made it to the bed, sexing on the living room floor
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| Now she on the warpath, homie probably busted you and pissed her off
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| Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt she gon' eat them all
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| And she know what she looking for, know what she looking for
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| She said she got herself some Louboutins, got her self some Louboutins
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| Not indecisive, indecisive at all
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| She know what she looking for
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| Got herself some Louboutins
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| Ooooh
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| Ooooh
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| Where you goin?
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| Where you goin?
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| Where you goin? |