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Yeah, this one right here |
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Is for those fly motherfuckers |
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All those motherfuckers get money |
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All those money makers |
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When you look in the mirror |
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And you confident, your cologne is on right |
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You smelling good, youknowhatimsayin' |
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You ready to go out on the town, knowhatimsayin' |
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It's all like this, go get pretty like me [U-God] |
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I rock Dolce and |
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Gabbana, Pierre |
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Cardan frames |
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Please, sunset windblows, pictures in the breeze |
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Diamond cufflinks on, banging on my sleeve |
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The studded engraved, solid gold |
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L.A.'s Turn up my nose, to all those people that hate |
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Cuz I create the dinner plates, the things they cant |
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Mona Lisa's on my wall, |
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I splash the |
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Rem', brand |
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Then dance the tango, with a rose in my teeth |
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See this Spanish fly mami, with a rosary bead |
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Hold her close to me, then |
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I scuff my |
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Gucci loafers |
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Through money on the oochie, she fuck me in the |
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Rover I bent her over, the butter soft ostrich |
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After that, we had, some, sushi with some chopsticks |
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We blew the |
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Grand Canyon, the mansion with the tropics |
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The house was made of marble, waterfall, walk-in closets |
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She had the red hots, had me coming out my boxers [Chorus: U-God] |
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There's no one in the city like me |
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No one gets gritty like me, homey |
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Big wheels spinnin' on |
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D's Go get pretty like me, |
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Goldie You're messin' with a real |
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O.G. Ya'll niggaz, y'all gon' see, homey |
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No one gets gritty like me, |
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Goldie Go get pretty like me [U-God] |
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In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster |
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Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like |
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Sinatra Seats at the opera, whose the man behind the suit |
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Fireplace, on the mantle, the head of a moose |
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Analyze the truth, still slicin' all you snakes |
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The lady killer, license plate, icing on the cake |
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Drop, anchors of weight, more paper, acres of states |
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Exquisite taste, cigars dipped, in that |
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You're strong back, |
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Dom raps, time to bomb back |
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In fact, I'm giving hoes a back hand slap |
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Ain't that, one of the ten commandments of rap |
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My feet tap like |
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Sammy, drop your donation |
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Black and white bitches, |
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Puerto Ricans and |
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Haitians With |
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Playboy titties, in heavy rotation |
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Getting that paper, is my motivation |
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In the palm of my hand, |
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I control the nation, baby [Chorus] [Hook 2X: U-God] |
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Don't fuck with my bitches |
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Or you'll leave in stitches, homey |
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Silky silky silk, da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da, |
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Goldie [Chorus to fade] |
