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Paroles de la chanson She's Gangsta par Robin Thicke
All I wanted to do was get it up and give love a chance
All I wanted to do was get it up and give love a chance
Oooh, looking at you, I got energy up in my pants
All I wanted to do was get up in it with you
In the bathroom
I'm high
The cocktail waitress
She's a nice girl
Ice girl
She blings like Vegas
When the phone bell rings
The cat bird sings
In the van, gets famous
All I wanted to do was get it up and give love a chance
Oooh, looking at you, I got energy up in my pants
All I wanted to do was get up in it with you
In the bathroom
I'm high
The cocktail waitress
She's a nice girl
Ice girl
She blings like Vegas
When the phone bell rings
The cat bird sings
In the van, gets famous
Pour some tricks on my plate
Ego!
Here we go now
Hotel
We don't tell Nathan
She's a leg-long
Shoefly
The world's whole favorite
Gets a big deal done
Hot like butter
If she wants, she'll takes it
Pour some tricks on my plate
Ego!
Here we go!
All I really know is she's gangsta (well, give it up!)
Ego!
Here we go now
Hotel
We don't tell Nathan
She's a leg-long
Shoefly
The world's whole favorite
Gets a big deal done
Hot like butter
If she wants, she'll takes it
Pour some tricks on my plate
Ego!
Here we go!
All I really know is she's gangsta (well, give it up!)
I don't want to leave yet
Who knows what she'll think of next
La, la, la, la
La, la, laaa, la, la la
La, la, laaa, la, la, la, la
La, la, laaa, la, la, la
Plays pink guitar
Walks around me in bed
Runs her fingers through my hair
Likes the angels at my window
One of the fools
Winks that I won't do her best
Then she tells me whose it is
Lights go off and on and off and on and on
When we got in the car, we get out of hand (ooh, yeah)
Who knows what she'll think of next
La, la, la, la
La, la, laaa, la, la la
La, la, laaa, la, la, la, la
La, la, laaa, la, la, la
Plays pink guitar
Walks around me in bed
Runs her fingers through my hair
Likes the angels at my window
One of the fools
Winks that I won't do her best
Then she tells me whose it is
Lights go off and on and off and on and on
When we got in the car, we get out of hand (ooh, yeah)
She invited me places; I came too fast
Now I'm calling her all the time
She won't make no plans, yeah
All I wanted to do
Was get up in it with you
Ooh, hey!
Here we go!
All I really know is she's gangsta (well, give it up!)
Man, go out and vote; she's gangsta
I don't want to leave yet
Who knows what she'll think of next
Now I'm calling her all the time
She won't make no plans, yeah
All I wanted to do
Was get up in it with you
Ooh, hey!
Here we go!
All I really know is she's gangsta (well, give it up!)
Man, go out and vote; she's gangsta
I don't want to leave yet
Who knows what she'll think of next
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