Let the record play,
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Let the record play,
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Let the record play.
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The way that you dance,
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The way that you move,
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The way that you stare at me across the room,
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You carry Dior bags,
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And you got your Chanel,
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You wear Louis Vuitton, HG and YSL,
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Now I got what you need,
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I got DCMA,
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I got brass knuckles hanging,
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From my neck in my chain,
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I got a model 26,
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But she stays in her place,
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I got a curve shirt neatly,
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Tucked inside in my waist.
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And the record keeps playing,
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The same old song,
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The hipsters been muggin´ on me all night long,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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But the record keeps playing,
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The same old song,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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Keep your hands off my girl.
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Now she sweating my friends,
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And my hurricane shoes,
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She likes the records I spin,
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MY Adam Barton tattoos,
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But she can´t say "what´s up",
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So what does she do,
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She just stays posted up,
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The other side of the room,
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I got AMC tattooed on my hand,
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I got black wall street on a black bandana.
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And the record keeps playing,
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The same old song,
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The hipsters been muggin´ on me all night long,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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But the record keeps playing,
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The same old song,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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Keep your hands off my girl.
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She, she, she don´t wanna talk about it,
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He, he, he wants to fight about,
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Me, me, I don´t wanna fight about it,
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I just wanna be about it,
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I´m just trying to stay about it,
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Step out the wagon,
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You know the boy starts to hate,
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The girl that came with him,
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They like that´s not the boy she dates,
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They get to fighting and swearing,
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And now the boyfriend is staring,
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The disco ball on the ceiling,
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Looks like the chain that I´m wearing,
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But the music keeps playing
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I got brass knuckles hanging,
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from my neck in my chain,
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I got brass knuckles hanging,
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from my neck in my chain.
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And the record keeps playing,
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The same old song,
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The hipsters been muggin´ on me all night long,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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And the record keeps playing,
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The same old song,
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The hipsters mean muggin´ on me all night long,
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They say "Aha, ahha",
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Keep your hands off my girl,
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Keep your hands off my girl.
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You carry Dior bags,
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And you got your Chanel,
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You wear Louis Vuitton, HG, and YSL,
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Now I got what you need,
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I got DCMA,
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I got brass knuckles hanging,
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From my neck in my chain,
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I got brass knuckles hanging,
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From my neck in my chain.
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Keep Your Hands Off My Girl
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