I'M SICK.. ):

I'M SICK.. ):

Rollin' up to the club on the weekend, tylin' out to the beat that you're freakin'. Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin' blow my heart up. Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader, run it back with original flavor Queue me up, I'm the twelve on your table I'm so starstruck! So starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck Baby could you blow my heart up? Baby now that we're alone, got a request. Would you make me number one on your playlist? Got your dirty headphones with the left side on wanna scratch it back and forth, back and forth, uhuh. Put your hands on my waist, pull the fader, run it back with original flavor, put the breakdown first up into the chorus to the verse, bick a bick a reverse Hey, lived all my life really, really is that him? I haven't seen here before, and she got all them big rims It's it like cash flow, my baby don't trip Should shawty say hand over your signature right here.

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