| Black head baby standing in the road
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| A child of your ran dancing all alone
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| Sweat, her s**, her bad intentions
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| Taking your soul is part of her profession
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| The slightest touch is a lot to me a weapon
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| Now I give it all just to make it happen
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| Whoa, yeah, boy, you better be ready
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| Last chance, 'cause I’m losing it
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| God damn, but the bitch goes crazy
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| You ain’t never coming back from the other side
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| Sugar baby star trash slave to heat
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| Now all groovy girl, hard to beat
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| Her body, her eyes, nobody can convict her
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| This is the way of devil, super star trasher
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| The slightest touch is a lot to me a weapon
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| Now I give it all just to make it happen
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| Whoa, yeah, boy, you better be ready
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| Last chance, 'cause I’m losing it
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| God damn, but the bitch goes crazy
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| You ain’t never coming back from the other side
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| Black haired mama make no mistake
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| She’s a criminal waiser of the interstate
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| She ribes so fast the power and the passion
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| Burns your heart of your satisfaction
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| Whoa, yeah, boy, you better be ready
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| Last chance, 'cause I’m losing it
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| God damn, but the bitch goes crazy
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| You ain’t never coming back from the other side
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| Whoa, yeah, boy, you better be ready
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| Last chance, 'cause I’m losing it
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| God damn, but the bitch goes crazy
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| You ain’t never coming back from the other side |