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Berceuse cosaque - Edit Version

de Hélène Bohy

Long legs, long hair
Super exposed through my t-shirt
Read 'em and weep, bitch I'm an expert
Drag from my lips to my finger tips

Whatcha lookin' at, got a problem?
That's fine cause I love the way you starin' at it
You starin' at it, you starin' at it, you starin' at it
That's fine cause I love the way you starin' at it
You starin' at it, you starin' at it, you starin' at it
That's fine cause I love the way you starin' at it

Is it the way that I walk? (Whatcha know about it?)
Is it the way that I talk? (Whatcha know about it?)
Is it the way? (She a killer, ain't she?)
Well you can look until your face turn purple
This ain't on purpose when I look like a commercial
Ooh darling, careful, you're gonna go blind
When I love you long time

Whatcha lookin' at, got a problem?
That's fine cause I love the way you starin' at it
You starin' at it, you starin' at it, you starin' at it
That's fine cause I love the way you starin' at it
You starin' at it, you starin' at it, you starin' at it
That's fine cause I love the way you starin' at it

Got them clockin' on my style cause it's mad dope
With all my exes hatin 'casue them niggas couldn't cope
They be steady outchea lookin' for some closure
While I'm lookin' for a blacked out Rover
I mean I'm Gucci bluffin' with some kush leaves
Bitches in the corner stairin' at me cause I'm fly, B
Like a frisbee, nigga I must be
Hip to every game cause these hoes can't play me
But they gon' pay me 'casue I ain't into freebies
You actin' hella needy, just book our name on the bill, sleaz

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