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Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Ah, you a bad girl, like the way how I work it, I get there You wanna dance with me, meet me on the dance floor Champagne by the showwe hit the lotto, lotto You wanna drive with me head blows through the wind Top bad we were riding through the feeling Just imagine if you never love her if you didn't Let's be honest I like the way you hit it Ah, let them see that, I let the crews on you bitches tell them eat that I'm a bad letter, you can't compete that Hair blows through the wind when I top back When I ride it, got these bitches Harding You ain't fucking with me call me John Gotti Long black weed just know I'm a hottie Don't forget the red lipstick I got it Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Letras de cancionesBoy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Blows through the wind with the top back When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that Blows through the wind with the top back When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that Blows through the wind with the top back When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that Alright, and I'm back at it Rocking Jimmy Chius you like the way I call you mommy Then he tell me come in, he a monster Then he let me drive the monster truck He a beast, he like the way I ride These hoes can't compare yeah, watch how I glide Through the sunset why you so upset? Kevin's riding in the Maybach Yo, let them know I've been ready Had to ride with my daddy niggas but ready Catch me on the jet bitch eating on spaghetti Got the Gucci bag yeah I'm Gucci ready Meet me in tourniquets till I caught my shit I'm the baddest of them all mirror on the wall He was flying bad, no questions asked Grind you to one just know that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Boy you really want is you want to touch that Blows through the wind with the top back When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that Blows through the wind with the top back When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that Blows through the wind with the top back When I rule on you bitches tell them eat that From Letras Mania