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Slaughter - Shout It Out lyrics
Wanna take her to the movies She don't like no show But she likes to see how far Your credit card can go Gonna push it to the limit All the way to the top Don't say that word Cause you know she can't stop She's goin' shoppin' on you It's Mastercard or Visa Or American Express She knows all of your limits And which stores are the best In Beverly Hills, oh yes She's drivin' in your sportcar Bought her tickets to Paris, France She's gamblin' in Las Vegas She's got to take a change On your cash, babe She ain't got not bills at home And as a matter of fact She ain't got no house to own She's driving in that Big black limosine And she acts just like A fashion beauty queen Say hello to Miss Universe Thank you very much She wants more, more, more She wants more, more, more She took your very last dollar With a calculatin' grin Hey dude, I feel sorry for you Cuz I know where you've been It's kind of hurts right here, doesn't it? Ow! She ain't got not bills at home And as a matter of fact She ain't got no house to own She's driving in that Big black limosine And she acts just like A fashion beauty queen Say hello to Miss Universe fellas She wants more, more, more She wants more, more, more |
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