martes, 7 de abril de 2009


Yeah, yeah, aw We come through with the money and the garter belts . Let 'em know we 'bout that cake, straight out the gate. We independent women, some mistake us for whores. I'm saying, why spend mine when I can spend yours. Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry I'ma keep playing these cats out like Atari .Wear high heeled shoes, get love from the Jews .Four bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge .Hey sisters, soul sisters Gotta get that dough sisters .We drink wine with diamonds in the glass .By the case, the meaning of expensive taste .We wanna gitchi gitchi ya ya Mocca chocolata Creole Lady Marmalade

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