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d'african - one more time lyrics

[hook: (daft punk sample)]
one more time
one more time
one more time

[verse 1: d’african]
ok
hoppin’ out the car with my boy [?]
them b-tches starin’, them boys heated
like see him, up in that b-m; car the same color as nine o’clock p.m
but i’m all nonchalant as d-1 pulls up in a ranger, shoulders jasmine
one all black and the other one casper white; d-mn right
them henley boys up in this b-tch; michael kors up on my wrist
them b-tches crowdin’ ’round my d-ck;
i tell ’em hold up, but they insist; well, f-ck it
made my way to my sec-tion; louie all over my body
got my s-xy on, and my henley on
swag on tyson, [?] and i’m flexin’ on ’em
and people snappin’ pictures, like a n-gga in the features, or i play for the eagles
everybody tryin’ to please us, and they hate us like jesus
but i love it; we ain’t had nothin’, now we here sippin’ champagne by the bucket
make a b-tch strip when i feel like f-ckin’
i don’t give a f-ck if you feel like suckin’, d-mn
this must be the life, but tonight is just beginnin’
break it down and roll it tight; ku-ku-kush has got me grinnin’
b-b-buy another round; shot-shot-shot-shots got me spinnin’
on sunday i go to church, but tonight i’m gon’ be sinnin’!
we gon’ be sinnin’, sinnin’, sinnin’, sinnin’

[hook: (daft punk sample)]
one more time
one more time
one more time

[verse 2: d’african]
let me get a bottle of the grand marnier for my n-gga teef
and patron and goose, and ciroc and juice; tell ’em put it on my receipt
if i got it then my n-ggas gon’ eat, when i do i know i ain’t gon’ starve
that’s that sh-t that we live by
from a double cheeseburger to a rib-eye
now we’re, up in the club playin’ eye contact
she fightin’ not to look, call it eye combat
mind is tellin’ her “stay away”, but my swag says “get over here”
first she resisted but, um, i knew i could make her come
in a conversation i told her, “i know i could make you c-m”
she busted out laughin’, said “i heard you a big talker”
well i told her we can make love in the club and let them watch
give a f-ck about these stalkers
i’m-i’m a henley boy, this sh-t comes easy to me
i’ll take you to the bed and have you screamin’ “give it to me!”
“give it to me!”, i-i-i’ll have you screamin’ “give it to me!”
i’ll have you screamin’ “give it to me!”

[verse 3: d’african]
ok; after-party at k.d.’s with some ladies who are ready
and we’re all hittin’
ain’t no “eh’s”, “i’m not sure’s”, or “maybe’s”
and they’re disappearing behind doors
it’s a louie vision, design yours
take it off, let me hit
when i’m finished you’ll be saying “hit me baby one more time!” “oh, hit me baby!”
i’m f-ckin’ crazy i know, but baby
i’m a henley boy, i’m a-i’m a henley boy; i hit it, baby

[outro: d’african]
ok; walk in the club, i’m stuntin’ on ya
noo, i’m never frontin’ on ya
what ya get it what ya see baby, and vice versa
when i touch you, i can make you scream..or i can make you cream, your choice
but the sound of your voice, got me higher than four marijuana blunts’
i’m under this, influence that’s you
and i wanna be the thing that influences you
and girl you can see you influence me too, you do
you’re the reason i’m makin’ this song
keep goin’ ’til my money long; henley boys
all day and all night and sh-t
and i ain’t even writin’ sh-t, yeah..

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