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‘A Starry-Eyed Affair (Remix of ‘Starry Eyed’ by Ellie Goulding)’
Verse 1:
Play me some pimpin', make 'em have a orgasm
Wet dreams that's lucid, burst like a spasm
She got a ass that I can't fathom
The way she drop it then start poppin', got a nigga gaspin'
Shawty, you got me ready to getcha out them tight jeans
'Cause when you threw that ass back (It's like you hit me with lightning)
Hook(x1):
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And everybody goes
Oh, everybody's starry eyed
And my body goes
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh ah ah
Whoa oh oh
Verse 2:
Chemistry so heavenly, sparks are flyin', heavily
It's meant to be, can't let it be; guess this is how Heaven be
Euphoria, sing Gloria in excelsis Deo
Day-o, me say day-o; up, up an' away we go
Flyin' high, eye to eye; contact is frightening
'Cause once we locked lips (It's like you hit me with lightning)
Hook(x1)
Break:
Next thing, we're touching (Just lose yourself)
Next thing, we're touching (Let it go)
Next thing, we're touching (Give into it)
Next thing, we're touching (Now here we go)
Verse 3:
Relax, relate, release, baby just like Whitley
Be free, it's yo' thang, do what you wanna do
Get it lit like carousels, let it go, excite me
Ain't gotta say much, you know how to entice me
Gon' hit me (With lightning)
Hook(x1)
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‘My Bubblegum Bitch (Remix of ‘Bubblegum Bitch’ by Marina and the Diamonds)’
Verse 1:
Bubblicious lips wit' a dagger for a tongue
One kiss, one lick, straight got ya mans sprung
I'm tellin' you, she's poison, I should have did the Heisman
Instead I got trapped in a silky web of lies, man
Seductive black widow wit' a hour glass figure
She could be my broad, I could be her nigga
But I learned what was very evident from the start
Once she said (I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart)
Now she singin'...
Chorus(x1):
I'm miss sugar pink liquor, liquor lips
Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss
I'm miss sugar pink liquor, liquor lips
I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch
I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch
Verse 2:
A dollar an' a dream, now is vanity fair?
She came for the adoration wit' her ass in the air
Miss American Pie, getcha slice while it's hot
You can tell when she smize she wanna be on top
She breaks hearts an' kills dreams, high fashion drama queen
Attention on the whore who's attention is the green
She killin' on the scene, her beauty is a weapon
It is not a problem, man she'll tell you in a second that...
Chorus(x1)
Verse 3:
Femme fatale... she got the roof on fire
All about them racks, racks on racks on racks
Cuttin' no slack if you don't have that Breyer's
Don'tcha see her dressed to kill in that black on black, boy?! (Solo!)
Chorus(x2)
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