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  • Текст песни Fan-3 - Digits

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    Тут находится текст песни Fan-3 - Digits, а также перевод, видео и клип.

    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    What's up?
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    What's up?

    Just in case, check the pace
    I rock this place, so I got in ya face 'cause I got what it takes
    I wanna see you back up, don't clean your act up
    Walkin' like I own it, now I clean the crap up

    Do it, groove it, come on gotta move it
    I can see you looking and the calender needs booking
    I know you wanna talk, come before I walk
    Get it right cream of the crop

    I'm having fun, your the one
    So let's start dancing, cancel all your plans
    And let me know witch way you wanna go
    I got crazy flow its a real big blow

    And if you got rhythm and your out to kill 'em
    Just feel the feeling 'cause your real appealing
    Everybody's dancing, making plans
    Slip me a napkin' and get to clapping

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    What's up?
    Hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey
    What's up?

    Let me in show that skin, I can see you grin
    Your smiling within 'cause you know I'm a sin
    How I look? And how I talk?
    Your heart when I stole it, now let me consul it

    You fold it around me, move on the down beat
    Thank God, you found me, I'm glad you don't hound me
    Hocas Pocas, I am the focas
    Most guys chasin' me like locas

    And you keep your distance, you don't loose persistence
    I'm feeling what your feeling, jump into the ceiling
    I don't know what to think, your buying me a drink
    Girl's hearts sink while I'm pretty in pink

    But I see you smile, your worth ma while
    Want you to a file to add you to the pile
    So before we go to the bridgits
    It's necessary you give me them digits

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

    Huh, huh, what's up? What's up?
    Huh, huh, a what's, a what's, a what's up?

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?
    Hi papa, can I get them digits?
    Papa, can I get them digits?

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