Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah
Zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back
With the jack and the jukebox
I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little cadela, puta with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at
Music starts, listen hot stuff
I'm in amor with this song
So just hush, baby, shut up
Heard enough
Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah
Think you'll be getting this nah, nah, nah
Not in the back of my car, ah, ah
If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Boy, come on give me rock stuff
Come put a little...
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