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She rolled up in the Beamer, couldn't have looked cleaner Skin like coffee, colour with lil' creamer Sin City since I been thinkin' all of these thoughts in my head She'd probably shoot me dead God-damn, she got the hoops on Hair bunned up in two just like a nunchuck Would I give a fuck? I needed to cheer myself up But I fell in love right when she said "I wanna count the freckles on your face" "Rearrange 'em, put 'em in the same place" I'm obsessed, I'm obsessed I'm obsessed Little fangs, little fangs (Oh) Little fangs, little fangs Little fangs, little fangs, little fangs Don't you take her fangs Little fangs Now move it left right left Gon' take it back a couple steps Hands on your hips all night Hold my hand 'til it feels right Beat that left right left Gon' take it back couple steps Hands on your hips all night Hold my hand 'til it feels right Yeah, I picture you suckin' it on the sofa Eyes rolled back, somethin' like a coma Pick you up, ride around to my favorite albums Hit me up, cut me off, who be next? Break a text, freeze frame Grab your head, freeze frame Tell me how you feel, tell me how you feel Never feel real, never feel real How was I supposed to know Ow-oh, that you only wanted me tonight? Little fangs, little fangs (Oh) Little fangs, little fangs Little fangs, little fangs, little fangs Don't you take her fangs Little fangs Now move it left right left Gon' take it back a couple steps Hands on your hips all night Hold my hand 'til it feels right Beat that left right left Gon' take it back couple steps Hands on your hips all night Hold my hand 'til it feels right Beat that- Put yo hands up if ya ever been in love I know I hate it, I hate it as much as you, oh, oh Baby put your hands up if ya ever, if ya ever If ya ever been in love
Writer(s): Russell Evan Boring, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Albert Gordon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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