Placeholder: Give it to me baby uh huh uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seís You know it's kinda hard just to get along today Our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway He may not have a clue and he may not have style But everything he lacks well he makes up in denial Give it to me baby uh huh uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seís You know it's kinda hard just to get along today Our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway He may not have a clue and he may not have style But everything he lacks well he makes up in denial

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Give it to me baby uh huh uh huh And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seís You know it's kinda hard just to get along today Our subject isn't cool but he fakes it anyway He may not have a clue and he may not have style But everything he lacks well he makes up in denial

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