Kanye West (Hook )
And On The Count Of Three
And On The Count Of Three
On The Count Of Three, Everybody Run Back To Your Fantasy
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She Was A Bad ...
The Type, At The Club, Niggas Would Grab Her
Fantasized When I Had Her
In The Bathroom, Sweatin, With Her Ass Up
The Body Of A Dancer
We Had Chemistry Cause She Was A Cancer
Though Forever It Would Last For
But Forever Move Faster
So I Had To...
Still I Got To Pause
When I Think About Her In Them Drawers
And, Uh, Oh Baby She Liked It Raw
And, Like Rain, When She Came It Poured
And, Like A Car That I Can't Afford
I Would Want It, Then I'd Want Some More
The Persistence Our Frames Explored
Let Me Know She Was Secure - Back For More
Kanye West/John Mayer (Chorus )
And On The Count Of Three
And On The Count Of Three
On The Count Of Three, Everybody Run Back To Your Fantasy
Common
Freaky Like The Daughter Of A Pastor
Said I Was Made For Her To Master
Little Red Corvette, Nah, She Was Faster
Wet Dreams, The Man Creamed The Bath Robe
We'd Make Love And Then Laughter
In Any Way I Wanted, I Could Have Her
Said It Was Some Girls That Did Attract Her
A New Chapter She Was After
So I Said Let's
To A Place Where You Want To Be
Get What You Want From Her And Me
Free Love I Wanna See
Hot Sex In The Third Degree
You're Gettin Served While Servin Me
Dirty Words Encourage Me
To Rock Steady And Sturdily
On You Turning Me
Don't Turning Back
The Further We
Kanye West/John Mayer (Chorus )
And On The Count Of Three
And On The Count Of Three
On The Count Of Three, Everybody Run Back To Your Fantasy