Oh my god, my love, you're so fine.

PERIOD! DAMN YOU FON!

Girl, fuck the song. I'm looking at you. What?

He's on fire, he's on, he's on, he's on fire! Call the fireman, she a hot girl. Don't say something. Bitch. I don't know how to dance but can lean And make the ghetto bitch put their hands on their knees Make the ghetto bitch put their hands on their knees Make the ghetto bitch put their hands on their knees I don't know how to dance but can lean And make the ghetto bitch put their hands on their knees Make the ghetto bitch put their hands on their knees Make the ghetto bitch put their hands on their knees Yeah Call the fireman, she a hot girl. Put her out. What?

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