Kane is in the building nigga
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The daddy dollas, dollas
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Get nasty, come on
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Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig
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Stig, stig, stig, stig, stig
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Listen baby, I don't mean to stare
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But I been hypnotized by your derriere
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Ya sympathize if ya man's a square
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Baby, I'm a player that really don't care
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And on a scale from one to ten
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You like eleven, twelve 'cause ya fine as hell
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Ya bow legged, paratoned with it
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Eatable titties and ya ass so pretty
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No, no scars, no cuts do sit ups
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And fuck enough so you don't need a tummy tuck
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And you don't need silicon
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Put a good bra on and show off ya own cunt whole
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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And I love what she do
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When she do, what she do
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What she did, what she did to me
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'Cause when her boy come through
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She go shakin' that ass
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Like she really wanna give it to me
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And that ass so nice and 'round
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The whole club'll shut down if it touch the ground
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And she know it 'cause she throw them cheeks
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From the right to the left and right back to me
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She a stone cold nympho
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She a ghetto in all forms and make it look simple
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And I know where ya get it from
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You a country lil' girl that was raised in the city heart
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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With the flick of my tongue
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I can make that pussy cum
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Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue
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Right there on the tip of my tongue
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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At the flick of my tongue
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I can make that pussy cum
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Come on, put it right on the tip of my tongue
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Right there on the tip of my tongue
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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She move like she a freshman
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Old quiet girl that her mama done kept in
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She make straight A's, her daddy's rich
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She good in school but she love that dick
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Voted most likely to succeed on Vala Victorian
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And been explorin' for him
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She don't need no sorority
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She thinks sorority's borin' and rather have a orgy
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And she in love with her body
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So when she by herself, she like to touch herself
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And she the type that'll eat a dick up off top
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And won't stop till she sop up every drop
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Who told you to put the lights on?
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I'm ready for ya, I'm ready for ya
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Lights Off
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| Trick Daddy |
