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Ooh, yeah Calculator, you bring me up to you (Ooh-ooh) Calculator, you bring me up to you (Ooh-ooh) I ain't got nothing to wait Ain't got nothing to feel I'm at it again y'all I ain't got nothing to wait Ain't got nothing to feel I'm at it again y'all, at it again y'all But still, still cover my face Still breaking my mind (Still), still breaking my shine (Still) Still smoking on time (Still), still stretching my breaks Still stretching my thighs (Still), still banging on fakes From Letras Mania