Lyrics
she stay on the beat like metronomes,
create waves like cell phones,
and all of her freinds are like clones,
birds of a feather flock together,
mack in packs to stack,
in tight leather to tempt a fellow,
make a player say hello,
and if you can see her G-string from the back
then she on the attack,
watch out,
if you driving the Lex or the Lac,
now you know why they grinning,
when chrome wheels spinning,
&*&*& in you benz,
might cost you a 100 bens......
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