blood on the dance floor – lookin’ hot dangerous! testo

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“lookin’ hot dangerous!”
(“epic” version)

fasten your seat belts, it’s gonna be a b-mpy ride

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

cut to the chase, come get a taste, i’ll tell a b-tch straight to the face
hey, li’l kim get on my nuts, this flow that i spill will make you blush
up and down and up, up, up, suck me til i b, b, bust
triple “x” like ven dee, rocking in my fendi

money, b-tches, s-x and fame, i’ll teach you how to run this game
katy perry’s on my pole, that b-tch gets hot then she gets cold
can’t catch me i’m at the top, smoke ’em dead, i’m cream of the crop
party on dudes, girls sending nudes, i just sucked your girlfriends b–bs

jet black diamond hair, people stare, i don’t care
wanna taste? sure i’ll share, gotta be big, i’ll take you there
glammed up, fabulous, looking hot, dangerous
so vicious, delicious, i got you f-cking like it’s fitness

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

you must be out your mind, slap it up and give me high five
i’m getting rich, i’m getting fit, you can suck my lollipop stick
i’ll throw a d-ld- in grave, party up and start a rave
grab your drinks and score your drugs, pimp your momma at the club

you know you want my taste
stand up; congratulate
it’s not about the money, it’s all about our fans
you made us who we are, our love goes epic far

jet black diamond hair, people stare, i don’t care
wanna taste? sure i’ll share, gotta be big, i’ll take you there
glammed up, fabulous, looking hot, dangerous
so vicious, delicious, i got you f-cking like it’s fitness

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

the freaks, the f-ggots, the geeks, the savages
the rogues, the rebels, the dissident devils
the artists, the martyrs and all the fire starters
break free from this h-ll, stand up and rebel

be proud of being different, speak loud and admit it
look hot and dangerous, be strong or you’ll get dissed
don’t ever forget; haters make us famous

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

what? what? what? what?
throw it up, throw up it
just don’t give a f-ck

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