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Ain't the type to let you tell her what she needs Ain't gon' sit or stand around I laid them all, I leave 'em sick [?] on me One touch is never allowed She said What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want Ooooh Ooooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going? Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo I need a winning woman, a wonder woman A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot She knowing what she doing like the music here When she step on the scene she could light up the block, ugh Sittin' all, took her, make her awesome Simple hearts let them hold up, back in the [?] Had too many women I know Who could look at your soul, just by looking at you I heard she got these niggas falling at her feet She knows that no one with her golden crown You'd be the one play ball You'd be the one play ball Have mercy on me, put some magic on me Be my guide in the dark, ugh Have mercy on me, put some magic on me Be my guide in the dark God in the dark Ooooh Ooooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going? Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo So when did we become, so sophisticated and smart And trying so hard, we forget that we were animals But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds It would never would occur to people her up-downs Convertible would murder evil, pup pup hounds Just been dogging her Courtesy and real love found, just been dodging her Mr. man, misogyny hands, been massaging her If she ran and blew up her town, God would pardon her Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff Put her heart in your hand, she threw a tantrum Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent Hear they've been telling her nah since forever Hear some Melvin and Bluenotes is all she know Murder, murder, murder My murder is all she wrote Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat All the dirty verdicts, she learns watching soaps Yeah Ooooh Ooooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going? Semi-automatic with the passion when we making love Never made it to the bed, sexing on the living room floor Now she on the warpath, homie probably busted you and pissed her off Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt she gon' eat them all And she know what she looking for, know what she looking for She said she got herself some Louboutins, got her self some Louboutins Not indecisive, indecisive at all She know what she looking for Got herself some Louboutins Ooooh Ooooh Where you going? Where you going? Where you going?
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