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[Intro: Charli XCX]
Eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh-eh-XCX Charli

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 1: CupcakKe]
When we have sex, f-fuck me like you obsessed
Servin’ you pussy for your lunch, so let me wear a hairnet (ahh)
Freaky lil’ bitch when I’m out with Charli
Yeah, we keep more eyes on us than the show iCarly (we do)
Bad bitch, make the way you can’t get over me
Yo ass a pussy, I’m above it like a ovary (bad bitch)
I’m talkin’ everyday, you gon’ wanna hit on this
So sticky, Winnie The Pooh ain’t got shit on this (nope)
Come get you a sample, lick between the camel
Pussy taste sweet ’cause I ate my pineapple (whoop)
Light a couple candles, prove you could handle
Pussy gooey like yolk before the egg scrambled (mmm)
Never trust a man who wear briefs (briefs)
‘Cause he gon’ wanna fuck and keep it brief (brief)
Call again when you need somethin’ to eat (eat)
So I could open my legs, bon appétit, let’s get it

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Verse 2: CupcakKe]
More flavor than Flavor Flav, my pussy is very brave
Give head like a genius, you could grade it the letter A (yeah)
Been fuckin’ since yesterday, still ’bout to escalate
Do jumpin’ jacks on that dick, I don’t get tired like Kevin Gates (mmm)
Go ahead, wash your face, got it sticky like paste
Hand-cuffed, wearin’ lace, yeah, that’s how I catch a case (ahh ahh)
Want another taste, you can meet me at Chase (Chase)
Or catch me outside, I ain’t comin’ to your place
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?
Eatin’ all these sweets, fuck around and get a cavity
Used to call you Daddy, but now I call you my majesty
Hittin’ me from the back, but not talkin’ ’bout a battery
Let’s bring a hundred girls to the room, what’s your capacity?

[Verse 3: Brooke Candy]
Brooke Candy
All sticky down south, make it drip drop
I’m a hot shake when I strip off
[?] make you do the crip walk
Got a lip kit, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout the lipgloss (uh)
CupcakKe down for the three way
Pump a video when I got it on replay
Can you make that ass go low?
Bring it right back real slow, uh
I’m licking that cake off my face
He ask me can I put my brace?
I know that you love how it tastes
So, bitch get me back that clean cut, yeah, yeah
They say I’m a slut, that’s a compliment
And stealin’ yo’ girl’s an accomplishment
Take a boy, two at a time
I’m gon’ make [?]
Yo Charli get on this shit

[Refrain: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (hey!)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Oh, damn (oh, damn)
That flavour, flavour so good (yeah!)

[Chorus: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
Mhmm, I keep it sticky-icky like lipgloss
(Oh, damn, Oh, damn, that flavor, flavor so good, hey)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss…)
(Bring a hundred girls to the room…)
Yeah, you know I’m sugary sweet
Baby boy, gon’ rot your teeth like what

[Outro: Charli XCX & CupcakKe]
It’s Charli (Charli)
It’s Charli, baby (ahh)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, yeah
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
CupcakKe (Bad, bitch)
It’s Charli (Charli)
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, baby
It’s Charli, baby
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
Hey, CupcakKe
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli
(Drip, drip, so slick, that’s my lipgloss)
It’s Charli, it’s Charli
It’s Charli (Eh-eh-XCX)
It’s Charli, baby

[Verse 1]
Feeling kinky, lip syncing to Too $hort’s
“Freaky Tales” (Biatch!)
Having creepy visions of whiskey drinking
Envisioning sneaking into where Christie Brinkley dwells
I know this is risky thinking but I wanna stick her like she decals
But when murdering females better pay attention to these details
Or you could be derailed, better wear atleast three layers
Of clothing or be in jail
If you get scratched because your DNA’ll
Be all up under her fingernails
Man he hears you I don’t think he cares
He gives a fuck even his pinky swears
Three personalities burstin’ out of me, please, beware
Her TV blares, can’t hear the creaking stairs
She’s all aware in no underwear she’s completely bare
Turns around and screams I remember distinctly
I said “I’m here to do sink repairs.”
Chop her up put her body parts in front of Steven Avery’s trailer
And leave ’em there

[Chorus]
But hey man I was framed
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I ain’t murder nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 2]
Woke up it was dawn, must a knew something was wrong
Think I’m becoming a monster ’cause of the drugs that I’m on
Donald Duck’s on as the Tonka Truck in the yard
But dog how the fuck is Ivanka Trump in the trunk of my car
Gotta get to the bottom of it to try to solve it
Must go above and beyond, ’cause it’s incumbent upon
Me, ’cause I feel somewhat responsible for the dumb little blonde girl
That motherfuckin’ baton twirler that got dumped in the pond
Second murder with no recollection of it
Collecting newspaper articles, cutting up sections from it
Memory is too fucked to remember destructive temper cut my public defender’s jugular
Then stuck him up in the blender
Another dismembered toddler
Discovered this winter probably
‘Cause the disassembled body
Was covered up in the snow since the month of November oddly
I’m going in for questioning
Them son of a bitches probably just wanna pin this on me

[Chorus]
But hey man I was framed
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I can explain
I murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a missing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Verse 3]
Still on the loose they
Spotted me inside McDonald’s, Tuesday
In a Toronto Blue Jays cap looking like your college roommate
With Rihanna, Lupe, Saddam Hussein, Bobby Boucher
Or was it Cool J the cops is on a goose chase
Just escaped from the state pen for raping eight women who hate men
Don’t make it no weirder I’m naked when I break in your basement
Under your babies play pen I lay and wait adjacent facing the door remaining patient
While staying complacent blatant
Sexual implications are continuing to get thrown
Insinuations are placed in little riddles and poems
Left on your pillow in hopes that when you get home
You’ll get the hint ho, I’m in your window
But it never occurred to me I could describe a murder scene
In a verse and be charged with first degree
Cause it just happened to match up perfectly
With the massacre or the Burger King burglary
No officer you see I was framed

[Chorus]
I know what this looks like officers please just give me one minute
I think I explain
I murdered nobody I know these words are so nutty
But I’m just here to entertain
How come your shirt is so bloody?
There’s a misssing person, so what he’s got nothing to do with me
I’m almost certain I was framed

[Intro: DJ MLK]
MLK, fatality

[Chorus: Chris Brown & A1]
Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei (Whoo Kid)
Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei

[Verse 1: Chris Brown & (A1)]
Hold it down, don’t never get caught out of bounds (down, brrr)
Get dope, lost Jose, I’m out of town (brrr, brrr)
Pay the price, good deal, pay the price (price)
Where the vibe? White girl singing like she Kelly Price (vibe, ooh)
Up and down, ass jumping up and down (down, down)
Blue flame, strippers in here dolling up (flame, yah)
Beat the case, yesterday I beat the case (case, beat the case)
Your mistake, judge made a big mistake (mistake)
Bitch, I’m your

[Chorus: Chris Brown & A1]
Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei
Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Hustle Gang nigga
Kinky shit, shit, yeah, yeah
All the way in Barbados
Ho we lit, uh huh, yeah
Got 5 or 6 in my pay roll, check it
See your bitch with me, ain’t no tellin’
150 with me, ain’t no debit
I’m the shit nigga, let your ho tell it
Never seen the crib, we just hotel it
If I tell her come in the slow store
For the dick nigga, she a moped it (Whoo Kid)
Call me so petty, cry nigga, cry on my path you gon’ regret it
A mandatory demonstration for a violation
Consequences, teach lessons
Pray the strip dancer, God keep blessin’
Like thick bitches in sundresses, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Chris Brown & T.I, A1]
Sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei, yeah
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei (MLK)
Yeah, sensei, yeah, ooh, ooh, sensei
Sensei, yeah, ooh, I’m your sensei

[Bridge: Chris Brown & A1]
I got something that I need to show, babe
You gon’ learn today, I’m your sensei, sensei
Just follow my lead
Let me bend that ass-

[Outro: T.I.]
Hustle Gang nigga

[Verse]
I’m never growing up, stay forever young
Me and all my friends will run the world
Runnin’ from the gun, diamonds in our lungs
Sirens flashing purple when we drive
Guess it’s in our blood, burning rubber up
We could go for miles and miles and miles
Never gonna stop, keep it super hot
2 hundred on a highway
They see us, they go

[Chorus]
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
You know that we’re so
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
You know that we’re so
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
You know that we’re so
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
They see us, they go

[Verse]
I’m never growing up, stay forever young
Me and all my friends will run the world
Runnin’ from the gun, diamonds in our lungs
Sirens flashing purple when we drive
Guess it’s in our blood, burning rubber up
We could go for miles and miles and miles
Never gonna stop, keep it super hot
2 hundred on a highway
They see us, they go

[Chorus]
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
You know that we’re so
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
You know that we’re so
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
You know that we’re so
Wow yeah, Wow yeah yeah
Wow yeah, Wow
They see us, they go

[Verse 1: Charli XCX]
I can’t escape all the voices, and so, I turn it up
I go to parties with strangers so I can figure it out
Run through a city at midnight to feel like a star
I want it all, even if it’s fake

[Pre-Chorus: Charli XCX]
Breakin’ your heart, split it in half
Told you it all (Told you it all)
Year and a half, are we in love?
I’ll never know (I’ll never know)
I know I’m wrong, what a mistake
Don’t ever change (Don’t ever change)
I can’t escape all the voices, and so, I turn it up

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
In the backseat
Your song, so loud
Drivin’ so fast
I’m better off alone

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX]
All alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone

[Verse 2: Carly Rae Jepsen]
I’m wide awake, lyin’ next to him and feel it all
I got a thirst for distraction that I can’t take back
My fingers run through his hair
I’m grippin’ at regrets
I put my mouth on his lips to taste

[Pre-Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
Breakin’ your heart, split it in half
Told you it all (Told you it all)
Year and a half, are we in love?
I’ll never know (I’ll never know)
All that went wrong, what a mistake
I’ll never change (I’ll never change)
I can’t escape all the voices and so I turn it up

[Chorus: Carly Rae Jepsen]
In the backseat
Your song, so loud
Drivin’ so fast
I’m better off alone

[Post-Chorus: Charli XCX & Carly Rae Jepsen]
All alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone

[Bridge: Carly Rae Jepsen]
-Wake lyin’ next
I’m wide awake lyin’ next
I’m wide awake lyin’ next
I’m wide awake lyin’ next
Take back, I gotta take back
I gotta take back, I gotta take back, I gotta
(In the)
My fingers run through his hair
My fingers run through his hair
(You’re so)
My fingers run through his hair
My fingers run through his hair
(Drivin’) In the (In the)
I gotta take back
All alone, all alone, all alone

[Breakdown: Charli XCX & Carly Rae Jepsen]
All alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone, all alone
All alone, all alone, all alone

[Outro: Charli XCX]
It’s Charli, baby
It’s Charli, baby