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I want him (x4)
I need him (x4)
I love him (x8)
Ludacris:
Is it the glitter on her breast or the gloss on her lips
Hickeys on the chest or the toss of the hips
I'm lost in the mix, so i floss in the sea
Turning out the hits...
Shawna:
It's the mo' maker, dough chaser
Now get it right, would ya, heartbreaker
I keep it tight but i'm no faker
You can laugh now but you'll cry later
Ludacris:
I think i like you in ya freak clothes, freak those
In my specialized peep shows
And then i'll make ya touch ya knees to ya elbows
Toes, girl from the street of melrose
Shawna:
It's clear to see i like it when we smoke that
Choke that, i'll freak that (no doubt)
You kind of got me like in a freeze when you roll out
You got itchy balls from where i blow that
Mariah:
I got myself a lover
Who knows what i like
When he invites me over
I come every time
When my sugar daddy
Takes me for a ride
Whatever way we're going
It's delirium time