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Put your girlfriend on to the sound of my songs I make her speakers knock, knock, knock, knock She wanna pop out her lil' pink thong She burnt the duvet cover with the curling iron Listening to my, hm Put your girlfriend on to the sound of my songs (You, you, you, you) You awake? Wanna get out? Yeah, I know it's late Only wanna see you, I got shit to play Back blown out of that Bimmer, babe (You, you, you, you) You awake? Wanna get out? Yeah, I know it's late Too many people try to pump fake All I wanna see is your face down in my bed while you sing me my songs Yeah, her pussy more bald than the tires on her Honda Accord Yeah, she riskin' it all just to come over hear me record (Ayy, turn me up, babe) Loves to hear my cadence who can really blame her? My voice feel like you on all fours Said she's quittin' her job and she's leavin' her man Just to come and see me on tour I got a hooptie full of groupies, they want rides in my new Aventador But she my favorite fan, I'ma bump the speakers out that Sprinter van all the way 'til the morning Tell me, baby, if you on the way (Way) Letras de cancionesToo many people try to pump fake (Fake) All I wanna see is your face down in my bed while you sing me my songs Put your girlfriend on to the sound of my songs I make her speakers knock, knock, knock, knock She wanna pop out her lil' pink thong She burnt the duvet cover with the curling iron Listening to my, hm Put your girlfriend on to the sound of my songs (You, you, you, you) You awake? Wanna get out? Yeah, I know it's late Only wanna see you, I got shit to play Back blown out of that Bimmer, babe (You, you, you, you) You awake? Wanna get out? Yeah, I know it's late Only wanna see you, I got shit to play Back blown out of that Bimmer, babe (You awake?) Yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck How am I supposed to help that? Am I supposed to just- From Letras Mania