I treat her body like the fast life
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and I'ma need my heart back
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I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
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and you can have her if your cash right
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she party all over in the night in town
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I think I seen her last night
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in my Ferrari strolling with the windows down
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treat her body like the fast life
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Until she told me slow it down, but I'm just trynna speed it up
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I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
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And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
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And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
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And all of that
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Now tell me have you seen her
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My lil ballerina a freak just like Athena
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With a body like a Trina, she a fucking head turner
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A thorough bread earner
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I told her let me hit it like Ike & Tina Turner
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And She only rock pumps and I ain't talking bout shotties
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Blood up on her shoes like she caught a fucking body
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She a bad bitch, couple thousand a bag bitch
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Love them fast whips, told her name it I crashed it
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And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
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And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
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And all of that
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I think I seen her on my last flight
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Going to another party out of town
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I met her in my past life
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Jodeci I'm feeling when she not around
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I hit her body like a crack pipe I think my high is coming down
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But I'm just tryna speed it up
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I told her play Rihanna let me beat it up
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[Sen City]
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I seent her on 34th
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I was riding by in the Porche
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I woulda gave her a compliment
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But I'm tied up on the phone shorty arguing
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Okay.. Okay I cheat, i cheat but she good
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She ain't ever ever gotta walk a block in the hood
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She just throw it in the bag with her little pretty ass
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Red wine in a glass end the night of with a gasp
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And I'ma need my heart back, the pain is like a heart attack [x2]
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And I'ma need my heart back, its feeling like a heart attack [x2]
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And all of that
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Heart Attack
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| Jim Jones |
