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Oh Oh This black chick I just met at the train station With her skinny jeans on Had little indie pumps You now what i'm talking it about Y-y-you know what speech i'm ? But i got a girl So its dead end Listen I step out my yard with a new flo, Skinny jeans on and my hats low, Happiness fam that the new cro, I clock Bnp ahah, no They say I'm short but I know, So I look to my leg and repated negro, Like a toaster i collect dough My lyrics are felt so no need to use biro, My Flows tight like two thongs, I roll with the mandem that are too strong, I lay low like futon and everyones like: yo whats wrong? I'm about to bus cause I've been waiting at this stop for to long, Theres a wifey draught I clock one girl but gotta crusie one, Letras de canciones Dont look now, Keep walking, Cause I got a girl at home, Waiting for me And if I do look now, Will I ever, get over you? Cause its' a dead end, its a dead end Woah Oooooh Ooooh How about we get a little closer? Cause tonight you look hot like a samosa, You be the melody, I'll be the beat I'll play you cause im the composer This is my composition followed by ammunition, New addtition, expedition, definiton Change position I know you like electro I know you like electro Oh... my girl Dont look now, keep walking, Cause I got a girl at home, Waiting for me And if I do look now, Will I ever get over you? Two legs entwine, as I refine on Gods design tonight, I do a little rhyme, take a little time , so I hold you right, You and me together just think, I would take you for a nice drink, I would tell you the reason why but the verse is done, And shit, my pen just ran out of ink, Already we at home, ready to bone And she gone and Im thinking to myself, How the fuck she geting home? I know I didnt flope like millenium dome, and im taking over control like Ken Livingstone I roll up your thighs and your ready to moan, But listen my mums at home, I like you alot so please just stay, I dont know why you wanna go away Ayyyy! Oooh Ooooh I know I like you but ooooh noooo, She can cook much better than you She looks much bettr than you She does it better than Oooooh Oooooh I know i like you but oooh nooo, she can cook much better than you she looks much better than you Thats why im thinking maaannnnn! Dont look now, Keep walking, Cause I got a girl at home, Waiting for me And if i do look now, Will i ever get over you? Cause its a dead end, its a dead end woah oh oh (Thanks to Victoria for these lyrics) From Letras Mania