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First things first, I'm the realest (realest) |
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Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it) |
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And I'm still in the Murda Bizness |
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I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (Right) |
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You should want a bad bitch like this (Huh?) |
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Drop it low and pick it up just like this (Yeah) |
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Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris |
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High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (On my wrist) |
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Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (Never) |
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Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (What?) |
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Bring the hooks in, where the bass at? |
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Champagne spillin', you should taste that |
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I'm so fancy |
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You already know |
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I'm in the fast lane |
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From L.A. to Tokyo |
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I'm so fancy |
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Can't you taste this gold? |
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Remember my name |
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'bout to blow |
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I said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew this |
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Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is |
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And my flow retarded, they speak it, depart it |
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Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department |
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Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline |
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And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind |
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So get my money on time, if they not money, decline |
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I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind |
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Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that? |
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Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that |
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I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold |
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I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw |
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I'm so fancy |
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You already know |
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I'm in the fast lane |
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From L.A. to Tokyo |
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I'm so fancy |
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Can't you taste this gold? |
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Remember my name |
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'bout to blow |
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Trash the hotel |
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Let's get drunk on the mini bar |
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Make the phone call |
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Feels so good getting what I want |
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Yeah, keep on turning it up |
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Chandelier swinging, we don't give a **** |
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Film star, yeah I'm deluxe |
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Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch (Ow!) |
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Still stunting, how you love that |
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Got the whole world asking how I does that |
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Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that |
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Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch that |
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It's just the way you like it, huh? |
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You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh? (say what what?) |
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Never turn down nothin' |
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Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like |
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I'm so fancy |
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You already know |
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I'm in the fast lane |
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From L.A. to Tokyo |
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I'm so fancy |
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Can't you taste this gold? |
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Remember my name |
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'bout to blow |
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Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y |
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That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y |
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Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y |
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(Blow...) |
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