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She's ridin', throwing me like a BMW through the snow
When these legs wrap around my waist
And these eyes don't go to sleep for five nights
Come and pour me some whiskey over this ice
Throw Gucci and Zegna on the floor
She's aware of everything, she's killing
She'd kill herself, kill
The song plays on, she's spinning
She wants to make love, make love
All she wanted was to drive around in a black BMW
She's careless in the city, amongst wolves like a doe
Bullets are flying, so are bottles and cash
She's number one in the booth, and the booth is like a harem
And I'm paying, but don't give me my money back
Just turn it up, spin the rounds
Around us are our homeboys, the best ones
And you're hotter than any other woman
What you've got at the bottom of your spine is like a trunk of a Phantom, girl
You're shinning, killing with these curves under your pants
You're dancing, spinning, banging 'till the last atom
And I'd like to score like Eric Cantona
Like Pandora, she's not evil
An evening at your place, you're the reason I don't sleep
But there's no greater joy, dear, that's true
For an evening beside you I'd do anything
Okay, slowly walk towards me so that I can see the gold and the jewelry
On you there's only Gucci, Versace
On you I see everything that tempts me so much
It looks at me and tells me - come closer
She's a bomb, a catacomb
Like weed from the bong, what she does the entire day
She says, you're high, this smells very good
And she wants to try Amsterdam for free
Well, okay, she wants to melt beside me 'till dawn
Just like ice at the bar
She wants me to know that all the others aren't better
That she does everything dominantly
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Paranoia, she'd give up anything to be mine
She calls me from an unknown number
She calls, I don't pick up
She knows I'm not alone
Paranoia, she kisses my picture like a fangirl
Cori will buy you a Rolex in every color
The girl loves to drink, she likes to throw fists
You know what kind of a chick she is, she is
Almost midnight, she just started getting ready
Solo again, she's her own boss
She quenches her thirst with Corona, then switches to Jack
Manolo on her feet, the whole world under her feet
A jeep is always waiting for her at the front
In the jeep a guy is waiting for her, a jeep
From head to toe the Dsquared heels are screaming
Cleavage, the drink in her hand is pink
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