(feat. Andre 3000)
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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Get sleazy
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[Andre 3000]
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We started out so cute in our baby pictures
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That mommy shot for our daddy so that he wouldn’t forget you
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He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember
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If not he’s human, I’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him
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God gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him
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He’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him
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I’m only 8, I’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated
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Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated
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I only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated
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I was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybe
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This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes
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Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980′s
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But now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ Irish Baileys
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She say “Stacks, you’re true blue?”
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I said “Nah, I’m Navy”
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I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her
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She call me Andre 6000 cause I’m good to her
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[Kesha]
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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You can’t imagine the immensity of the fuck I’m not giving
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About your money and man servant at the mansion you live in
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And I don’t wanna go places where all my ladies can’t get in
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Just grab a bottle, some boys, and let’s take it back to my basement
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And get sleazy, sick of all your lines, so cheesy
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Sorry daddy, but I’m not that easy
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I’m not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it and work it
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Imma take it back to where my man and my girls is
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Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, ’cause imma get
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Sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, get sleazy, ’cause imma get
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
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The beat’s so fat gonna make me come
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Um, um, um, over to your place!
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Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
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The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come
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Um, um, um, over to your place!
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I don’t mean to critique on your seduction technique
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But your money’s not impressing me, it’s kinda weak
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That you really think you’re gonna get my rocks off
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Get my top and socks off, by showing me the dollars in your drop box
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Me and all my friends, we don’t buy bottles, we bring ‘em
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We take the drinks from the tables when you get up and leave ‘em
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And I don’t care if you stare and you call us scummy
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Cause we ain’t after your affection, and sure as hell not your money, honey
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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I don’t need you and your brand new Benz
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Or your boojy friends
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And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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Looking like diamonds
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Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
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The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come
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Um, um, um, over to your place!
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Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
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The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come
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Um, um, um, over to your place!
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Sleazy (Remix)
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| Ke$ha (Kesha) |
