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! Got it bad,. Got it bad,. Got it bad,. I'm hot for teacher!. I've got it bad, so bad. I'm hot for teacher!. Hey, I heard you missed us. We're back! (Hey!). I brought my pencil. Give me something to
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above yeah. Hot girls in love. I'm in love. . Too many men to please. She counts them all on her rosary. You know you might get burned. So be careful where you touch. She gets it when she can
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Wid a bang bang bang bang bang. Chimney-nmi. Telling dem again. Cause man a scorcha, Man a scorcha. Scotch bonnett pepper weh mi fling pon the daughter. Man a scorcha. Man a scorcha. Mi hot like the
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Suddenly you are twice the man you used to be. Excessive fame in quick death Would it be different if he had gone instead. Would you be so hot if you weren't dead? Famously, you spoke of love
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I'm burnin' up. It's time to turn it up. Get in the middle and stir it up. Give it to me while it's hot. Step up your game. 'Cause I'm too crunk to be tamed. Now that you've sparked the flame
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tiDrop It Like It's Hot. arSnoop Dogg Featuring. Drop It Like It's Hot. Snoop Dogg Featuring. Snooooooooooop. Snooooooooooop. When the pimp's in the crib ma. Drop it like it's hot. Drop it like it's
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juice so baby tell me what's the use. . Chorus x2. (I said). It's gettin hot in here (so hot). So take off all your clothes. . Woman's voice. I am gettin So hot, I wanna take my clothes off
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breath of life. On sunset, on sunset. . Friday night the weekend crowd. Moves on in to get on down. On sunset, on sunset. . Life is hot life is fast. People try to make it last. On sunset, on
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Riding the underground, swimmin' in sweat. A rumble above and below, hey, cop don't you know?. The heats on alright. The hot summer day didn't quit for the night 1277 express to heaven. Speeding
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Riding the underground, swimmin' in sweat. A rumble above and below, hey, cop don't you know?. The heats on alright. The hot summer day didn't quit for the night 1277 express to heaven. Speeding
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Riding the underground, swimmin' in sweat. A rumble above and below, hey, cop don't you know?. The heats on alright. The hot summer day didn't quit for the night 1277 express to heaven. Speeding
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straps to protect they ball up. 'Coz I call it I need some Kool-Aid, whaa?. Wit my red hot riplets. Tell 'em what ya, tell 'em what mean man. You all that and a bag of chips. And I just wanna know if
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I used to have a job. An' I was doin' very well. Depression came along. An' everybody start to yell. 'where'd they go, them good ol' days,. 'an all that * we used to sell? '. Now I'm in hot