Mr Roboto (by Louis Toliver Jr by way of Austin, Tx)

Lights down low Swag turns glow Pump a 70s beat Grooves to our feet Strobe light Tongue fight Pump the beat Get your feet My hips gyrate Got boyfriends irate Robotic Flobotic Baby-maker Soul-shaker Mr. Roboto, So Floboto My swag turns glow Those lights down low Get your feet Pump the beat

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