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Chorus (Powda):
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Do you really wanna know me?
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Do you really wanna get with me?
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Do you really wanna be with me?
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I'm one in a million
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Do you really wanna roll with me?
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Do you really wanna fuck with me?
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Do you really wanna come with me?
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I'm one in a million
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Do you really wanna ride with me?
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Do you really wanna smoke with me?
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Do you really wanna grind with me?
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I'm one in a million
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Do you really wanna fuck with me?
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Do you really wanna shine with me?
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Do you wanna spend time with me?
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I'm one in a million
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First Verse (Pancho Villa):
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One in a million, this is true,
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If you don't agree then fuck you,
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Your girl told me "I know you",
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So your girl I gots to do,
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Break the rules? It's meant to be,
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It's that boy, Pancho V.,
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All the mamis up under me,
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Cuz my life too salty,
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Futuristic walk,
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With that futuristic talk,
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Future millionaires, with them futuristic thoughts,
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Twinkle, twinkle little star,
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Let's take a ride in my Lexus car,
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Come with this, million-are,
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I promise I won't, take it too far
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Chorus
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Second Verse (Pancho Villa):
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Tell me that you really wanna fuck with me,
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Tell me that you really wanna roll with me,
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Tell me that you really wanna get with me,
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And put your mouth all over me,
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Girl won't you admit it?
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That you is addicted,
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You liked the way I did it,
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But I ain't committed,
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Five, ten, shine and grin,
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I know you heard I'm just a friend,
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I'm the one that's gonna break you in,
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Again and again, again and again,
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Don't stop, get it get it,
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Is what you say when I'm in it in it,
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Then I say "Kiss it kiss it",
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After I, hit it hit it,
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Yo read the news I paid my dues,
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Got to win and never lose,
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I'm keepin' cool and makin' moves,
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Cuz Mama didn't raise no fool,
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Remember me, Pancho V.,
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New kid in the industry,
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Settin' trends, makin' ends,
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Makin' mucho dividends
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Chorus
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Third Verse (Ricky B.):
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I thank the Lord for my good looks,
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And that I'm not no dead crook,
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And that the judge didn't throw the book,
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>From all the, dope I shook,
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Who's to say I won't end up dead?
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Who's to say I won't go fed?
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Who's to say you won't give me head?
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While lyin' in my waterbed,
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And what about, when we love?
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Doin' things you wouldn't think of,
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Bubble baths, bubble suds,
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Havin' sex on your period,
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Who's the scrub? Not me,
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C-E-O with a company,
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Buyin' cars, off the lots,
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Always wearin' big rocks
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Chorus
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Fourth Verse (Powda):
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Do you wanna fuck with me?
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Understand it's not for free,
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That's the way it's gotta be,
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Potent is the Powda see,
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Erotica Royale,
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All about myself,
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Better bring my mail,
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High-class and sassy can't you tell?
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See I'm one in a million,
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Stackin' paper to the ceiling,
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Bound to get you off cuz when I ride you like that feelin',
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So don't act like you don't know,
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That I'm all about my dough,
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When I'm walkin' through that door,
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All eyes on me I run the show
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Chorus
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One in a Million
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| Lifestyl |
