Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Warning
All Slutronic Citizens
Report to base
Warning
Slutronic City is under attack
Be God with you all

(Incoming)
D A L L A

Slutronic
Eyes, are open
Talent, bionic
Super, sonic
This that, new new
Purse from Miu Miu
You know I chew, chew
With my looks
Apart of future fashion books
Dangerous woman, dressed in black
For her man, she gon' attack
Mansion full, full of plaques
We drive double r’s, not cadillacs
Delicious is my cake, you know that I’m serving
Can break the internet, just by twerking
Off in a chase, on these cops I be swerving
Ass out, tits perky
They all observing

Let me make myself very clear
Face to face, I’m always real
Business aside, fuck what you feel
Forever famous, I won’t starve for a meal

We're ready for attack (Tack, tack)
We going real hard (Hard, hard)
Harder than a rock (Rock, rock)
We are superstars (Superstars, superstars)
We are who we are

Violation, of my own creation
I be going double tap
On their heads, red dot pop
Hanging with the homies
I be like, ayo wassup
Don’t mess with my crew
Or we going for that headshot
My crowds too full, bitches start to headpop
Brand new collection, I’m about to quick cop
Valentine Dalla, you know I stay on the top
On the charts, of my man, riding his dick like a BMX
Sex, sex, sex
My songs are always about sex
I’m just confident with my body
You worry about rent
Rich fat ass
I make them bills fade in a flash
Disappear, in a blink
In my car, I do the dash
Trynna come for me?
When they more hairy than sasquatch
Play in my team, assured win
MVP of the match

Let me make myself very clear (Clear)
Face to face, I’m always real (Real)
Business aside, fuck what you feel (Feel)
Forever famous, I won’t starve for a meal

Soldiers
We're ready for attack (Tack, tack)
We going real hard (Hard, hard)
Harder than a rock (Rock, rock)
We are superstars (Superstars, superstars)
We are who we are

Attention
This album is not for fragile people
It can break your ego
So please, be careful

In my way, in my way
Impossible
You gotta pay, gotta pay
It’s natural
Who do you think you are?
You’re just another mole
Pack your bags, cause I’m not gonna react
Uh, you think you did something there?
Coming for the it girl, totally fair
About your presence, I don’t really care
I shine in the room, all you do is stare

Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack
Ready, ready
Ready for attack!

Ready for attack

Ready For Attack

Co-written by Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Fuck a love song
You know these men all fraudulent
Need to act up, brand up, this is your song
Keep them on a leash, tight as hell like a thong
High as a pelican, hit another bong
Big as an elephant, call me bing bong
Strong independent woman, female king kong
I have more rights than wrongs
Murda the scene, burned lungs
Hop out the wagon
Got em gaggin'
Spit some fire
Like a dragon

Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass
My fat ass
My fat ass
Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass
My fat ass
My fat ass

I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic

One car, pink lambo, grab his willy
Reach for the pocket, make sure he's filthy, rich
Grab a hand, and make him your bitch
That's how we do it (Haha)
I be on their minds all the time rentless
Ignoring these dudes, already on my check-list
Which, it's long
A lotta names, big hits
Cut them balls, no Taylor Fritz

Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass (They do)
My fat ass (They do)
My fat ass (They do)
Los Santos has a problem
And it's my fat ass (Yeah)
My fat ass (Yeah)
My fat ass (Go!)

I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic (Uh)
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic

Sincerely
I don't give a fuck
Of what you think
This is pure, originality
Mysteriously
You're just toxicity
That I don't need
Whores stand up, and kill them instantly (Yeah)

I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch and it's chronic
Aye, I do what I want
I do what I like
I do things for myself
Nothing outta fuckin' spite
Freezing men with my looks
Like they drinkin' sprite
Bitches jealous I'm the one
With the best fuckin' pipes
Slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic
I'm a slut, make it tronic
In their eyes, I'm nothing (Ah-ah)
I don't need validation
I'm a bad bitch, and it's chronic (Brrrr)
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic, slutronic, slutronic
Slutronic

Slutronic

Co-written by Karina Giselle, Saint Noelle
Produced, mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Niko Rain this a hit
D-D A DOUBLE L A
Everyday is the same
Red bars, in flame
I can’t do anything wrong
According to the hall of fame
Get on my track, if you want
But I bet you can’t keep up
Pen is hot, it burns
Chase the beat, without turns

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I’m the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I’m dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it’s a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

I can be a cunt and a bitch
Depends on the mood, that’s what it is
All these wannabes trynna call me sis
Girl we ain’t related, trust me I insist
I know bitches mad that I don’t need to split the tab
Luxury restaurant, eating high class crab
Limo outside, while they taking cabs
Not on my level, can’t get to my pedistal
I’m the princess, I already instated that
I can be miss Quinn, taking bitches out with a bat
Riding Harleys in a Hawaii, and that’s on Perry
This ain’t a fantasy, word to Carey
They like to discredit me, not working Bebe
Female rapper, who said I can’t sing too? Honey

Bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash
B-bitches mad, bitches sad
Put them in a trashcan
Bitches mad, bitches sad
Leave their skin full of rash

Going on a trip, to murder bitches
Slap hoes when they ask, like we birthing bitches
I came from the bottom, rags to riches
Now they wanna bottom me, so I top these bitches
I’m giving lobotomy, call me a doctor
Imma break their backs, like a chiropractor
Debut single flopped, and the label dropped her
Bitch I’m the Prada Dalla
You the motherfucking copper
In a girl group, bitch I would be the center
No STAR5, I judged and was the mentor
Forgot about me? You need a refresher
Got platinum hits, got sales to measure
Imma lazer these hoes, word to Major
Island, you a rock and I’m the treasure
Breaking cuffs from cops, cheap dumb ass tasers
Already shot these bitches, didn’t need no chaser
Pretty like barbie
Skinny like Hadid
Reviving bitches careers from the dead
Mercy

I pop shit, no smoke
I talk shit and vogue
My crew we go rogue
Weed A1, got that coke
You call us them drug lords
Vinewood, no gun laws
In this game, I’m the kingpin
Imma shoot 'em up, alongside Ming

Baby I’m dressed to kill
In my car, popping wheels
Cyber letric, mobile
Made in motherfucking steel
Publicly, I keep it real
This no movie, Kill Bill
Competition, it’s a deal
Let me get on my murder trip

Let me get on my murder trip
This a murder trip

Murder Trip

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain
Produced by @blakexterra

Devil, uh ah
D A L L A

Baby, I want you inside
Break my walls, and blow my mind
You know this pussy special
I'll make it worth your while
Magic tricks, on the next level
Come and be my sex obsession
I'm the baddest in my section
I wanna *censored* with the devil
Uh
Put in my mouth like a snicker
High heels, I ain't wearing no sneakers
My ass shaking like the speakers
Suck you dry, till your knees getting weaker
2NE1, I'm the best
That you'll ever, ever have
He kisses both my lips
Cherry pops, like a quiz

D-dominate, Big Kahuna
With me, you'll be coming sooner
Smell like flowers, not tuna
Super wet, call it laguna
Cookie in a box, HelloFresh
I'll be your light, in a flesh
Let's get dirty and refresh
Like Christina, water aquafina (Splash)
E sarò, la tua bimba
Vienimi adosso, a più non posso
Sei fortunato che non c'è un costo
Fammi il culo, bello rosso

Baby, I want you inside (Yah)
Break my walls, and blow my mind (Ah-ah)
You know this pussy special
I'll make it worth your while (A long time)
Magic tricks, on the next level
Come and be my sex obsession (Cum)
I'm the baddest in my section (You know it)
I wanna *censored* with the devil
Uh
Put in my mouth like a snicker
High heels, I ain't wearing no sneakers (Nah-ah)
My ass shaking like the speakers
Suck you dry, till your knees getting weaker
2NE1, I'm the best
That you'll ever, ever have
He kisses both my lips (Muah)
Cherry pops, like a quiz (Yes)

Lovey, lovey, lovey
Dovey, dovey in a rari
If we crash into you, we're not really sorry
Hormones on max, us very very horny
If you're not into it, then you're just corny
Wa-wa-warning, warning
It's not safe (It's not)
Evacuate the place
Move over, checkmate (Move over)
Privacy in the room
Cause we gonna be late
I gotta swallow his kids
More than one, I swallowed twins

Turn the lights off
Let's fuck
Keep your eyes on
My butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt
Butt

I wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop!
I-i wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop! (Yeah)
I-i wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop!
I-i wanna fuck with the devil
I wanna fuck with the, oop! (Yah)

Baby, I want you inside
Break my walls, and blow my mind
You know this pussy special
I'll make it worth your while
Magic tricks, on the next level
Come and be my sex obsession
I'm the baddest in my section
I wanna *censored* with the devil

Devil

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

They call me mama
Gotta lotta sons, I don't know who the papa
Dancing on his dick, I'm doing the cha-cha
Top female rapper, I bring all the drama (Pow)
Hydra with the bob, looking like Cleopatra
Viper I can hiss, scaring hoes with my mantra
I'm the new classic, call me Lady Patra
Ain't my way, change partners, Sinatra
I can read you bitches like a book (Like a book)
Once I clock you one by one, you're shook (You're shook)
Why you worrying about me, and how I look?
Bitch I do myself, that's why I always cook
Cook cook cook, Dalla the chef
My music's too loud, got you bitches going deaf
In the game I'm number one, fuck the rest (Fuck 'em)
That bitch talking crazy, cause I am the best

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Bitches be biting, like they have rabies
After I joke, they crying like babies
Be a real bitch, and act like a lady
Keep using the bus, while I drive my mercedes
My money going blue, like I'm shopping at Tiffany
Flexing these bands, you know I'm Public Enemy
Your man depressed? Baby I could be the remedy
One night stand, there's no need for therapy
Bitches follow me, cause I am the leader (Uh)
They kissing my ass, they're bottom feeders (Uh)
Wishing they could get in my new two seater
Poor shilas, they're the students, I'm the teacher
Perfume I wear, that's aromatic
Men smell me, fall in love automatic (I'm hot)
Can't get enough of this face, they're fanatics
If you got a big dick, meet me at my attic (Muah)

Lotta big mouths
Talking shit, one-once again (Eugh)
Do that chit chat with your friends, baby you're a fan (Sit down)
They playin' my songs in the club
Then my name they call
Pina colada, disco ball, that's my real talk
Real talk, real talk (Yeah)
That's my motherfucking real talk (Ah-ah)
Real talk, real talk
That's my motherfucking real talk

Real Talk

The rap princess comes back with the final single off her upcoming album.
OUT NOW EVERYWHERE: fanlink.to/princess-cut
Co-written by @saintnoelle, Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain
Produced by @blakexterra

Lyrics
(Intro)
D A DOUBLE L A
(Verse 1)
Uh
Short skirt, with my ass out
And I been needing to fuck
But I won’t do it at your dad’s house
I met a dude from my home town
But if he can’t get it up, keep it a buck
Imma say ciao
I’m a nasty bitch, I’m disgusting
When I get you on your knees, no discussing
All you boys always wanna sleep with a star
Just tell them, come up here
Slip inside, let it dry, take my card
(Hook)
Love attention, live for the fame
Make the boys shoot like it’s a game
The tabloids know my name
Everyone stares at me, when I walk by now
Take a picture, paparazzi
Every headline been about me
The tabloids know my name
Ring on my finger, princess cut
(Verse 2)
I’m the blonde bomb
Pussy taste like a bon bon
Ride his dick, till he cums through the condom (Ouh)
Cock so big, ima call it Sean Don
Play with them balls, like they were some pom poms
Stalkers chase, like Tom did Jerry
My pussy, they wanna marry (They do)
The music scene I had to carry
I’m an iPhone, you the BlackBerry
They’re like, oh my god
Drama queens, are my sons
Heard she doing this cause she keeping tabs on
Pressed like a keyboard
Worry about begging for some extra tips
(Hook)
Love attention, live for the fame
Make the boys shoot like it’s a game
The tabloids know my name
Everyone stares at me, when I walk by now
Take a picture, paparazzi
Every headline been about me (About me)
The tabloids know my name
Ring on my finger, princess cut
(Bridge)
Yeah, I’m fucking hot
Touch, when the lights are off
I’m your number one
Boy, I know you want to
Sex automaton
It’s super cyber cunt
Know what turns you on
Already think you wanna (3, 2, 1, go)
(Hook)
Love attention, live for the fame
Make the boys shoot like it’s a game
The tabloids know my name
Everyone stares at me, when I walk by now
Take a picture, paparazzi
Every headline been about me
The tabloids know my name
Ring on my finger, princess cut
(Outro)
Princess cut x7
Ring on my finger, princess cut

Princess Cut

Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X
W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X

Let's get in my WRX
Where we can have some sex
And explore body sense
Let's switch to the benz
And get our friends
Losers blocked, all offense
Got these bitches real tense, ouh

Cold blooded killer, yeah
Fuck 'em allegations
Mansion invitations
Drugs operations
Ambassador of Fendi
Stiletto shoes, I'm trendy
With that look of yours
I'm sure you live in Sandy
Sandy, Sandy
You live in fucking Sandy
Dumb crack hoe
What are you coming at me for?
I'm a ten out of ten, you're not even a four
You see, this Micheal Kors bag?
You could never afford

Let's get in my Subaru, Subaru
Fuck red lights
We're coming through, coming through
Let's get in my Subaru, Subaru
I'm that bitch, and who are you
Who are you?

Aye, I be going up
Up in them hills
High as fuck, crack kills
I'm sure you know how it feels
And I'm late, to the fashion show
Hurry gotta go, speed metro
Park V.I.P. central
Killing competition, it's serial
Yeah, I'm the baddest bitch
You know how it is
Pink skirt, fast car
Tonight we'll be going far
Up ahead, coming soon I said
My tongue gon' be really fed
Ponytail, real tight
While he drives, I give him head

We're the fucking baddies of Los Santos bitch
Don't fuck with us
We do whatever the fuck we want
And for all those men out there
Y'all really don't realize what the fuck you got till it's gone
You fucking clowns!

(Beat drop)

A-all these bitches are my sons
Yeah they do know who they are
No need to name them
Just hear them go, uh
VD is the brand
My style is the trend
If I wanted I could end careers right now
I'm in command

Let's get in my WRX (Ah-ah)
Where we can have some sex (Yeah)
And explore body sense (Woo)
Let's switch to the benz
And get our friends
Losers blocked, all offense
Got these bitches real tense, ouh

W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X
W, R, X X X
X X X
X X X

Co-written by Zarina Vega, Karina Giselle
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Viper
Uh, uh

I've been craving, craving your blood (Craving your blood)
Let me suck it, that is enough (That is enough)
Don't stay grounded, and stare at them walls (Stare at them walls)
Hot are my grits, with a little parmegian (Pow)
Virus, I'm wrecking them balls like cyrus
My third eye beyond my iris
Clear is the vision
Who I wanna see is my decision (Ah-ah)
Queen Cobra, got a whole ass throne
You hating, but I'm on your phone
Purchased items, you could never own
Broke is your bank, next are your bones

Hurt from a fever dream
I might see
Why it's running deeply
Machiavellian scheme
So evil
Blood of a snake, real regal
I've been wanting to
Wrap around you
That's what snakes do
Venomous, but damn pretty
When it comes to killing, got no pity
Survive the game, ain't no P.T.
You're tonight's supper, for this viper

Viper
Viper
Cyber
Cyber

I'm on my cash shit
High speed dash shit
My aura's flashing
I'm so distracting
Keep myself strapped
Boy you're wrapped
Close your mouth and listen
When I'm rapping

(Drop)
Infection, I'm a virus
Make you purchase my whole buy list
I style on them, stylist
Make it all mine like a pirate
Two fangs and not one fuck to give
Get in your system, I'm so venomous
(Woah)
Guilty and nasty, so suffocating
Sink my poison into you, till' you regret it
There's no connection, transmittin' that feeling
Through your walls that fire does no killing
I seen you through the doors, chop chop
You're done in
You're confronted to the final boss bitch
You might need to clear your bum fit
Cause me and VFT boutta hit it!

Hurt from a fever dream
I might see
Why it's running deeply
Machiavellian scheme (Scheme)
So evil
Blood of a snake, real regal
I've been wanting to
Wrap around you
That's what snakes do
Venomous, but damn pretty
When it comes to killing, got no pity (No)
Survive the game, ain't no P.T.
You're tonight's supper, for this viper

Viper
Viper (Yeah, yeah)
Cyber
Cyber

I'm on my cash shit (Cash shit)
High speed dash shit (Dash shit)
My aura's flashing
I'm so distracting
Keep myself strapped (Strapped)
Boy you're wrapped (Wrapped)
Close your mouth and listen
When I'm rapping

Hurt from a fever dream
Machiavellian scheme
Hurt from a fever dream
Machiavellian scheme
So evil, blood of a snake real regal

Viper (feat. Zarina Vega)

Co-written by Chance Connor
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Yo
Puff puff, pass (Uh)
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas (Uh)
Excuse me, I'm coming through (Uh)
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs (Yah)
Ladidadida, chica soy linda
Juicy Couture, exported from India
Viva la vida, loco un poco
That's just my genesis
I'm in love with the coco
Have you ever seen a bad-baddie like me?
I don't think so
Sound exotic, look aerotic (Ah)
Too cheeked up, my jeans won't even fit (No)
Go-got that peach body, D the size of my tits

Damn, Cees
Don't mind that I'm lit (Don't mind me)
We getting live, guess it's time that I remind them I'm him
Got the Patek on wrist, blick the side of the hip
She getting turned on safe to say we liking the drip
Ladi dadi, ladi to the dadi dee
All about my dollar, it's common sense to come outta me (True)
Exes want attention, it's obvi I'm a commodity
It's Valentine, Cees, the Dalla sign dynasty (Talk to 'em)
Stop talking I'm back and stop with the back talk
Mask off, cats out the bag and you're getting ragdolled
Give 'em a minimum dose
When I get it, and hit it and go
I be the killa
I feel like a villain
And I gotta feeling that I'm about to blow, like

Yo, puff pass
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas
Excuse me, I'm coming through
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs
Ice cream, flavour vanilla
Tropical, Manila
Il mio iPhone sempre squilla
Lui vuole la sua bimba

Aye, Dalla sign on ya headtop
Made my mark, ain't no social media where I don't pop
I'm making milli's just by posting pictures of my back
Call me a slut, you don't have to cut some slack
Trendsetter (Setter)
V is the letter (Letter)
First female rap nom, what's the matter? (What is it)
Sit down heffa, with your cheap ass sweater (Ew)
I see them holes from far away, giving home shelter (Pow)
Look, I'm not done with these hoes
Jeans too tight, got 'em shitting I'm the goat
Get a knife and cut their throats (Ah)
Shoot up the party, like we in grove (Hahaha)

Yo, puff pass
Smoking that dope, filling up the gas (Pump it up)
Excuse me, I'm coming through (Skrrt)
Y2K baddie, throw you bitches off roofs (Barr)
Ice cream, flavour vanilla
Tropical, Manila
Il mio iPhone sempre squilla
Lui vuole la sua bimba

Puff Pass (feat. Chance Connor)

Co-written by Liz Anya
Mixed and mastered @niko-rain

Aye, aye, aye, aye
Hot
Queen Lizzy
D A L L A

Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal

Call me Evelynn
Give adrenaline
Very feminine
All about them benjamins
Shake that ass fast, jiggle like gelatin
Like 'em bad ass bitches with melanin
I be on the ground doing splits and rolls
Jumping on his dick, like a kangaroo hoe
We be, we be fucking on the backseat
Need a lowrider, got me screaming like in transit
Quote, imma quote them
Mimicking my moves, stealing my pen
Oh, imma, imma torture bitches
Six inches, nails longer than the dicks they taking
Coffin ready, no gem
Coughing hard, that's how they will end
Me and Liz two hotties, burying bitches alive
The summer they won't (They won't)
They won't survive!

Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Hot, hot, hot
Hey
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal (Liz Anya)

Damn
You know we keep it hot, hot
All these bitches trynna tussle for the top spot
Me and Val never flop, we chart top
I still been that bitch since Ro Block (Ooh)
Everybody wanna be like the queen and the princess
If they wanna keep on buyin'
I'ma charge 'em interest
Perfect discography, there ain't no misses
Bunch of mini me's, all them following the Lizprint
I'm a sex symbol baby, big ass, big tits too
I made history that you could never undo
Val the quarterback bitch, hut one, hut two
We playin' sold out stadiums, who are you?
Liz Anya, Val Dalla on stage that's a good view
We the bitches you look up to
Titties too big to keep em in a catsuit
Rap royalty, we collect them too

Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal
Hot
You don't like it, then get off our faces
Not
Don't wanna front us, we ain't catching cases
Ectsasy, in our body
Expensive taste, chain Bulgari
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Hot, hot, hot
Hey
Hot, hot, hot
You're not
Let me, let me, show you
What's a real, real, big deal

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