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Brett Bailey
Brett Bailey
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C'mon Ha I look good I smell good I taste good girl What more you want And I dare you Hey I dare you Alright Excuse me baby where you come from You look like something I ain't seen before You got that honey girl I want some And when you stop please don't leave me no Ugh I dare you You don't really want to play with fire now girl c'mon I dare you Want to try me you better think twice about it girl I dare you Hop in my ride it's gonna be alright I dare you You want to get hot I'll burn you up Couple shots of the whiskey Got us both feeling risqué Your friend talking bout its getting late Man I give a fuck what the bitch say I'm on the loose you might see me on the news From doing things to make you scream Hallelujah And break out in a cold sweat I'm just trying to make you understand me All dogs don't go to heaven Lord knows I ain't got time to see my reverend My old chick want a wedding ring Never that I'm never settling Tell me what you see in me Don't tell me that you're leaving me Ugh I dare you You don't really want to play with fire now girl c'mon I dare you Want to try me you better think twice about it girl I dare you Hop in my ride it's gonna be alright I dare you You want to get hot I'll burn you up It's been such a long road And God only knows how We went from nothing to something You make me want to say oooh You make me want to say oooh Everybody say oooh Everybody say oooh You make me want to say oooh You make me want to say oooh Look how far that we've come And God only knows how We went from nothing to something Baby don't go Good God I'm losing control
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