Blood On The Dance Floor - Lookin' Hot Dangerous! | Текст песни

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• Blood On The Dance Floor
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Fasten your seat belts, it's gonna be a bumpy ride

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

Cut to the chase, come get a taste,
I'll tell a b*tch straight to the face
Hey, Lil Kim get on my nuts,
This flow that I spill will make you blush
Up and down and up, up, up
Suck me till I bu-bu-bust
Triple "X" like Vin Di,
Rocking in my fendi

Money, b*tches, sex and fame,
I'll teach you how to run this game
Katy Perry's on my pole,
That b*tch get hot then she's cold
Can't catch me I'm at the top,
Smoke 'em dead, I'm cream of the crop
Party on doodz, girliez sending noodz,
I just touched your girlfriend's boobs

Jet black diamond hair,
People stare, I don't care
Wanna taste? Sure I'll share,
Gotta be big, I'll take you there
Glammed up, fabulous,
Looking hot, dangerous
So vicious, delicious,
I got you f*cking like it's fitness

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

You must be out your mind,
Slap it up and give me high five
I'm getting rich, I'm looking fit,
You can suck my lollipop stick
I'll throw a dildo in grave,
Party up and start a rave
Grab your drinks and score your drugs,
Pimp your momma at the club

You know you want my taste
Stand up congratulate
It's not about the money,
It's all about our fans
You made us who we are,
Our love goes epic far

Jet black diamond hair,
People stare, I don't care
Wanna taste? Sure I'll share,
Gotta be big, I'll take you there
Glammed up, fabulous,
Looking hot, dangerous
So vicious, delicious,
I got you f*cking like it's fitness

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

If you're one of the freaks,
The faggots, the geeks,
The savages, the rogues,
The rebels, the dissident devils
The artists, the martyrs
And all the firestarters
Break free from this hell,
Stand up and rebel
Be proud of being different,
Speak loud and admit it
Look hot and dangerous,
Be strong when you get dissed
Don't ever forget
Haters make us famous

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

What? What? What? What?
Throw it up, throw up it
Just don't give a f*ck

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