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(Sing that shit, girl)

It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

I’m not a trick but I’m a trick for you
I’m the girl next door, doin’ what you wanna do
What I’ll never do, I really fell for you
You give me butterflies, heart skippin’ one, two

I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad

I know you’re sick, boy, I wanna get the flu
I’m runnin’ temperatures thinking of your love, boo
Dizzy spells, ooh, is your love true?
I’m under influence, gettin’ hot and chills too

I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

You’re such a bad boy, I heard about you
And so has every other girl, that’s why they want you
My local rockstar, the Willie B. crew
You out there on the grind
Now come home to your queen, boo

I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad

You’re number one, boy, no one else will do
I’m like a prize fighter, clockin’ chicks to get to you
This race I run for you, won’t stop until I’m through
I’m out there doing shit that I should never ever do

I, I, I, gotta get it started
I want it bad, bad, I want it bad

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

(Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Down on your knees, beggin’ me, please
I am your queen, oh-ah

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Don’t wanna trip but I could fall for you
Heaven is a place called earth on your arm, ooh

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

Sweet neighborhood
Love, dreams made of
It’s a match made in heaven
If they’re gonna talk, let ’em

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh
Uh-oh, uh-oh)

Came across a picture wall
You and I were lying
See looks to you like [?]
Knows that what I had in mind
I’m wrapped into suns
Felling perfectly alone
But I’ve always been a mix because I wishes him are yours

Come closer, closer
Darling, I thought I would faint
Let me whisper, whisper
So that you can understand
[?] from head to toe
Only will know, only will know

I think we should drink
If you could told me he was drunk that day
So we shot the arrows the wrong way
I heard him say

I think we should trade
Well, tell him let’s go on a double date
And meet us up at six in the cafe
We’ll run away
And call it the exchange

Blink as if it’s true
We’ve been thinking about you
[?] and tell me that you do
Come closer, closer
Darling, I thought I would faint
Let me whisper, whisper
So that you can understand
We’ll be [?] all back from head to toe
Only will know, only will know

I think we should trade
If you could told me he was drunk that day
So we shot the arrows the wrong way
I heard him say

Now that you know, you know, you
There’s nothing like me in you, me in you, me in you
You’ve been trying to say it ain’t true, but it starving me how
[?] know you, know you
There’s nothing like you
And you’ve been trying to say it ain’t true
Now that you know, you know, you
There’s nothing like me in you, me in you, me in you
You’ve been trying to say it ain’t true, but it starving me how
There’s nothing like me in you

I think we should trade
Well, tell him we’ll go on a double date
And meet us up at six in the cafe
We’ll run away

When you say we run away
We’ll call it the exchange

[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
Greetings, loved ones
Let’s take, take, take journey

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
I know a place where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sipping gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees (undone)
The boys break their necks
Trying to creep a little sneak peek (at us)

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love, in love, in love, in love

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Sex (sex) on the beach
We don’t mind sand in our stilettos
We freak in my Jeep
Snoop Doggy Dogg on the stereo, oh-oh

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
You could travel the world
But nothing comes close to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg + Katy Perry]
Toned, tan, fit and ready
Turn it up cause it’s getting heavy
Wild, wild, West Coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones, I mean like she’s the one
Kiss her, touch her, squeeze her buns
(Uh!) The girl’s a freak
She drive a Jeep and live on the beach
I’m okay, I won’t play
I love the Bay just like I love L.A
Venice Beach and Palm Springs
Summertime is everything
Homeboys banging out
All that ass hanging out
Bikinis, zucchinis, martinis, no weenies
Just the king and a queenie
Katy, my lady (Yeah?)
Lookie here, baby (Uh-huh)
I’m all up on ya
‘Cause you representing California (Ooh ooh)

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
California girls, we’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin so hot, we’ll melt your popsicle
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
California girls, we’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce, we got it on lock
West Coast represent, now put your hands up
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

[Outro: Vocoder]
California, California girls
California, California girls

[Hook]
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at?
Where you been at?
Welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back
Where you been at?
Where you been at?

[Verse 1]
Loud crowds
No crickets here
Penthouse had a different year
St. Laurent ?
Make these racks all disappear
Sold out shows on west coast
ATM, I just chase bank
Call Sosa when I get to Dallas
Bitch, I got rich at 18
? in Alaska
Didn’t even have to ask for it
Bad bitch from Nebraska
Said her dad was a the pastor
Sold out shows when I’m back east
Welcome back like a murder base
Had to call out the big dogs
Big homie had an open case

[Intro]
Hello
It’s DBangz
AKA, Lil Cumstain
AKA, BootyEatingBandit
AKA, uh, fuck your grandma ’til she piss on herself cause she has like these urinal problems…
[Verse]
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Yuh, Sasuke took my bitch, Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke what?
Bitch, took my bitch and made her get up in the minivan
I knew that he could do it, I’m just seeing if he really can
Run up on a nigga, you a motherfuckin silly man
Bitch, I got more children than the police in the city, man
Nigga took my bitch, with the shits, flip a brick
Now she beggin for the dick
Imma get it quick, bitch I’m slick
Make a fat bitch run, that’s a click
DJ Khaled, with the keys
She said please, always hungry, I ain’t even smoking weed
Thick bitches tease, on her knees, grab her weave
[?] then I leave
I be handling these niggas
Smoking swishers
Mr. Kipper, bitch pass me a dub
Cut him with the scissors
I don’t miss em
I deliver
And a nigga need some love
I ain’t come from it
I be thumbin
Run up on me
Nigga, we can fuckin run it
Fuckin on your cousin
I be stunting
[??]
Pull up
Pick it up
Pick it down
Pick it up
Put it down
Tay-K on my wrist, Sasuke took my bitch
Man, god dam
Yo, fuck these thots
Keep a Glock on my pot
Masturbated to the clock
Keep it on my sock
Drive a mop
Want a yacht
I ain’t talkingLil Boat
Ya’ll ain’t got those
Young send me those
[??]
Lot of ninety hoes
Probably wetter than a water hose
(Jeez oh my god, like mad radical type shit, he just spit on that beat)
(Oh no, the transition of the beat is changing, we’re all gonna die, it sounds like we’re underwater!)