[Intro/Chorus: B.o.B]
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Well she strike like a lightning bolt
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She highly electric, a thousand volts yeah
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She'll shock you up out your clothes
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One strike then there she go
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I'm talkin 'bout her
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Oh yeah!
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I'm talkin 'bout her
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Oh yeah! I'm talkin 'bout..
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[repeat 2X over end of Chorus]
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(Talkin 'bout her man) (Oh yeah)
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[Playboy Tre]
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Now baby girl's highly electric, cute but deceptive
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Straight high voltage, fool with the poses
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Will I smoke it? Ye ain't gotta ask me
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I make her strip like Puff did Cassie
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Frank White, Lil' Kim, lick her on her chest
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Ain't nothin like a tit with a lil' Henn'
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Got her new, tryin to get it in
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Sayin shit like "Girl just once let me put it in"
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I'm talkin 'bout her
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Talkin 'bout girl, you fine as fuck
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So talk about me, up in that P
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Leg to the West, one leg to the East (spread 'em)
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And let me go deep, like Roddy White
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Stood up in it and the girl got hype
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But man I don't know, somethin ain't right
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Shawty got different niggaz callin all night
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I'm talkin 'bout her
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[Chorus]
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[Mickey Factz]
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Jack in, jack in
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Givin me a feeling like a Blackwood, Blackwood
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Momma's so appealing and I got this, option
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that we can get it poppin
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And right after I plug her
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I can take her to an outlet for shopping, shopping
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But I don't know if I trust her
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So I gotta go, peace out, he's out
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like all up in my head tweaked out
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Keep out, I don't know what to think, she's out
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on the town gettin frisky
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Raising the hairs on my arm when she with me
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Shorty got charm
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Lucky just to be with her, breathe with her
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But T-R-E's with her, and he did her
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Deliver her to me, currently, it worries me
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what her and he did vertically
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If I see her with him I pass out
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No bolts, no volts or pulse I black out
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Ow!
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[Chorus]
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[over end of Chorus]
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(I'm talkin 'bout her bro) (You mean her?)
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(Yeah her bro) (Hehehehe)
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[B.o.B]
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I'm talkin 'bout she's so psychadelic
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She's so cool you can tell she gellin (hehe!)
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And Led Zeppelin sell it
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If she were a statue, she'd be a relic
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Strikin like venom, in all white denim
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Sugar in the brain cells on my neurons
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I'm on her like the Hamburgler on buns
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Runnin like the marathon you run
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Someone gave her a medallion
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Kickin like kung-fu from Shaolin
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Which means how she looks is arousing
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And so I'm thinkin how lucky her blouse is, yeah
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Built like brick houses
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Appraised at about eight hundred thousand, heh
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And so the whole place shoutin
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So for her I gotta scream this ballad, like
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[Chorus]
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Voltage
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B.O.B. |