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Boys, boys, all types of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
I whisper in my sexy voice
Old-fashioned seduction's what I employ
Because a girl that's as fine as me
Should be living it up as far as I can see
So although I can be, a mild-mannered kind of chick
Walk in the room of guys and I take my pick
Like you, with a real cute face
Wanna get to know you better, maybe round third base
Touching on his shoulder, laughing at his jokes
Get his mind spinning like some bike spokes
Now I'm all he can imagine, wishes he could make it happen
From the jeans that he wears, I can tell that he's back
And at the end of the day, trying to get some jolly
So you're liking what you see, baby, so call me
All these folks wanna hug and kiss
Seein' our style, they can't resist
We attract hotties, perfect tens with the bangin' bodies
All these folks wanna hook it up
Oh, show, yeah, you know that we shook it up
Yeah, we're in the zone, and we never go home alone
Play on
Just played a big show
All these girls trying to holler
They see MC Lars and they know he's a baller
But I've got discerning taste
Not about to hook it up with a butter face
18 to 39, man, I've rocked them all
London, Brooklyn, Melbourne, booty calls
But I always wrap it up on and off the stage
Shoot, no
I even got with Ellen Page
I had a three-way
But it was a conference call
With my manager and agent
About the tour next fall
If your girlfriends attend
Better watch your lady
Or I'ma run game
Like Tracy McGrady
I break hearts
At your book club luncheon
No compunction
That's my function
I make mad women happy
It's honestly insane
So don't hate the player, girl, hate the game
All these folks wanna hug and kiss
Seein' our style, they can't resist
We attract hotties, perfect tens with the bangin' bodies
All these folks wanna hook it up
Oh, show, yeah, you know that we shook it up
Yeah, we're in the zone, and we never go home alone
Play on
Three o' clock, Flay, homeboy's checkin' you out
I'ma head over there and see what he's about
He's a startup CEO, about to make mad money
Wants to take you to his penthouse, make you his honey
Up on the left, I see a girl for you
She's got a minor's red shirt and a rad tattoo
She wants to bump and grind
Call you her mister
Plus, she's got a really hot sister
Yo, that dude looks like Cristiano Ronaldo
He's five feet tall, though
That's too small, bro
Givin' you ice is a babe with a tramp stamp
She can do it upside down in a handstand
On the dance floor, mad peeps start mobbin'
They're lovin' us tonight, Flay
Let's get it poppin'
Lars is speakin' the truth
Bout to knock it out the park
Like who? Babe Ruth
All these folks wanna hug and kiss
Seein' our style, they can't resist
We attract hotties, perfect tens with the bangin' bodies
All these folks wanna hook it up
Oh, show, yeah, you know that we shook it up
Yeah, we're in the zone, and we never go home alone
Play on