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Make room, coming throughWhat you gon do, make roomSee ya goo coming throughIn my whip 92And its true I make ya grooveAll my people with me and we making movesI aint messing with ya less I see the bluesI dont want one I need twoI need a big body car that go vroomIts pullin in, gotta. go Ill see ya soonMake room, coming throughWhat you gon do, make roomYa we all in the streetsYou can go run and tell ya mom and emThat it was meWe doing donuts at top speedWheelies we popping theseUp and down the block going hundredsYou got theseIll in Miami Im bringing the heatAnd your baby daddy just gave me a ringStack on the dash Im getting the matBut that just be cool, Im doing my thingOff in Havana taking them tripsHe want a baddie curves and hipsHe give me a bag, I give him a kissCause he aint never had a chick like thisMake room, coming throughWhat you gon do, make roomMake room, coming throughWhat you gon do, make room
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