Ben Folds Five - Sleazy | Текст песни

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• Sleazy

I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.

Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy.
Ima get,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Ima get,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Oh!

I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.
Looking like diamonds.
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.
Looking like diamonds.

You can’t imagine the imentidy of the f_
Am i kidding about you money & man servant & the mansion you live in.
And i don’t wanna go places that my ladies can’t get in.
Grab a bottle, some boys & let’s take it back to my basement.
And get Sleazy.
Sick of all your lines, So Cheesy!
Sorry daddy, but I’m not that easy!
I’m not gonna sit here while you circle jerk it & work it.
Ima take it back to where my man & my girls is.

Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Cause ima get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy,
Cause ima get

I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.
Looking like diamonds.
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.
Looking like diamonds.

Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum.
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum. um, um um, um.
(Over to your place!)
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum.
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum, um, um, um, um.
(Over to your place!)

I don’t mean to critique on your seduction technique.
But your money’s not impressing me, it’s kinda weak.
That you really think you’re gonna get my rocks off!
Get my top & socks off!
But showing me them dollas in your drop box.
Me & all my friends we don’t buy bottles, we bring em.
We take the drinks from the table when you get up & leave em.
And i don’t care if you stare, and you call us dummy,
Cause we aint after your affection.
And sure all hell not your money, honey.

I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.
Looking like diamonds.
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz.
Or your bougie friends.
And I don’t need love, looking like diamonds.
Looking like diamonds.

Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum.
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum. um, um um, um.
(Over to your place!)
Rat tat tat tat on your dum dum drum.
The beat so phat, gonna make me cum. um, um um, um.
(Over to your place!)

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