Boys I love you.. I love all y'all
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Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys
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boys, I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah
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I got this Spanish chico, she don't like me to roam
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So she call me cabron plus marricon
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Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home
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I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo
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I got this black chick, she don't know how to act
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Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap
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He like, "Listen Demi, I don't care if you rap
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You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me"
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I got this French chick that love to french kiss
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She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist
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My, cherie amor, t¡Ì est belle
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Merci, you fine as heart but you givin me hell
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I got this indian squaw the day that I met her
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Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather
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She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho
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And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough
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Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black
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That's fried chicken, curry chicken, but I'm gettin fat
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Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe
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An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate
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I love
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boys, boys, boys, boys (uh-huh)
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boys, I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys
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Boys all over the globe
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I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
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Fix your rag in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon
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I got this young man, she so immature
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He like, "Why you don't buy me heels no more?"
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Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor
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Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up him holla
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Got a project man, that plays her part
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And if it goes down y'all that's my heart
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Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start
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Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts
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I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
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But he dress his mask off and her walk is mean
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Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene
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But she's fine but he parties all the time
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I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick
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He look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick
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He gives me extra pillows and seat back love
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So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club
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Now that's young man, stewardess, project and model
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That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tahoe
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That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef
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But I never have a problem with my first class seat
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I love
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Boys, boys, boys, boys
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Boys, I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys
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Boys all over the globe
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[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
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Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
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[Jay-Z]
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I got this paranoid man, he's scared to come to the house
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A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out
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Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru
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She got a cousin at customs that get this through
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Got this head man, she always catch me doin this
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Crazy man wanna leave me but she always forgets
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Got this Chinese man, had to leave her chick
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Cause she kept bootleggin my hits - baby
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I got this African man with Eddie Murphy on her skull
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She like, "Demi, why you treat me like animal?"
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I'm like excuse me Mr. Rogers, but when I met your class
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you was dead broke and wasted, and now you want half
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I got this ho that after twelve million sold
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Papa's a narcolyptic, always sleepin on Hov'
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Gotta tie the back of his head like Deuce Bigalow
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I got so many boys across the globe..
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys
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Boys, I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys
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Boys all over the globe
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I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
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Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys
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Boys, I do adore
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Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya
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Holla at ya when I come off tour
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I love boys, boys, boys, boys |