I'm going crazy when I see you walking past, look at that
Looking, looking like a snack, look at that and you
You stare me down, love my fat wicked ass and you
Tell me what to do, when I can't keep my eyes off you
He's conventional, you're mystical
I'm criminal, but it's spiritual
I cannot fight off a burning desire
That's what I getting for playing with fire
With fire
I got that eighty-twenty, know I got that eighty-twenty
I get that eighty from my baby, and it's good for me
But I want that twenty-twenty, thinking 'bout that twenty-twenty
I get that eighty from my baby, do it, do it for me
When you fight it, all that temptation
'Cause I'm so excited but so indecisive, nah
Wanna dive in, with no hesitation
I got limitations, wish I could taste it now
He's conventional, you're mystical (Oh, oh)
I'm criminal, but it's spiritual (Oh, oh)
I cannot fight off a burning desire (Oh, oh)
That's what I getting for playing with fire
With fire
I got that eighty-twenty, know I got that eighty-twenty
I get that eighty from my baby, and it's good for me
But I want that twenty-twenty, thinking 'bout that twenty-twenty
I get that eighty from my baby, do it, do it for me
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh
I'm a good girl but you make me bad
Got a real one, but I do him bad
I'm a good girl but you make me bad
Got a real one, but I do him bad
I got that eighty-twenty, know I got that eighty-twenty
I get that eighty from my baby, and it's good for me
But I want that twenty-twenty, thinking 'bout that twenty-twenty (Twenty-twenty)
I get that eighty from my baby, do it, do it for me
Oh, oh-oh, oh
I'm a good girl but you make me bad
Got a real one, but I do him bad
I'm a good girl but you make me bad
Got a real one, but I do him bad
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