| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking so fast
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| Oh our lady she don’t know how she’s growing
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| She walking so fast, she walking so fast, she walking like a babe, hey
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| Her image it lasts and I know
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| She floats along as she goes
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| She owns the eyes as she flies right through the sound
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| Moving her body all around town
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| Hey, hey mami, hey, hey mami
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| I know what you want, I know what you want, I know what you want
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| Sooner or later the dudes at bodegas will hold their lips and own their shit
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| Comin' to terms on a chivalry tip
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| But our hero, she don’t know the gravity she holds
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| As she pulls on the eyeballs of all the kids standing tall
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami
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| Hey mami, I know what you want, mami |