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Could you show me Show me things no one's ever shown me She like boy you owe me I'm like girl you know me Then I hit her with that low glance Smolder mode, lick my lips She ain't really with that romance I just skip to licking lips I'll be so precarious Gentle deep rip, she the sheet grip Said my stroke nefarious, and I know I know you got your own agenda Hold on, listen Linda Bout to eat it, darling you the kitchen Came with all the fixins When I go down for the numb numb Baby girl I go dumb dumb, yea When I go yea, down down down For the numb numb, for that numb numb Then we start zooming off 3,000 On the dash, hey ya Headed for ecstasy There ain't no turning back, hey ya Might gotta zoom in now How she just throw it back, hey ya This record booming now, might gotta run that back Second round, glad I ain't a lightweight One way ticket check the flight date Spilled pack bowl on my white Roshe Two black holes on a white ghost I see you seeing me, I know you, ok No facades cuz I hate disguised She yell I'm cumin like I hate surprises When I go down for the numb numb Baby girl I go dumb dumb, yea When I go yea, down down down For the numb numb, for that numb numb Then we start zooming off 3,000 On the dash, hey ya Headed for ecstasy There ain't no turning back, hey ya Might gotta zoom in now How she just throw it back, hey ya This record booming now, might gotta run that back Then we start zooming off 3,000 On the dash, hey ya Headed for ecstasy There ain't no turning back, hey ya Might gotta zoom in now How she just throw it back, hey ya
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