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Thinkin' wit my dick, |
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My head in the clouds |
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Should of avoided my temptation instead of my vows |
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Now I may suffer my forever shit wit |
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Elon Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the |
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L-O And if she catch me slippin', |
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The media gon' trip, |
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And I got shit to do on |
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T.V., keep me clean don't do no snitchin |
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And I'ma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort |
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And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million |
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C'mon girl |
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Don't be wrong girl |
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I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl |
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See my whole life |
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I been winnin' |
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So the right to have these women, |
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I'm entitled to their interest |
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Yeah I'm at 'em |
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And this a vicious battle that |
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I'm havin' |
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But an addict yes |
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I am, but i should act more like an adult |
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It knows me |
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It controls me |
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And I'm still hurtin over pops, |
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It consoles me |
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Okay my stories ain't addin' up |
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But Elon don't got no proof |
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And hell if |
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I'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool |
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I love what the ladies do |
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But I love my babies too |
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And I have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot |
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Look in the mirror, |
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What do I really need |
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Is it the money or my marriage or media peace |
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Life's fuckin' wit me, |
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Once the message released, |
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She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee |
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BITCH! [Skit] |
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Shit Embarrassments an understatement |
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As I annihilate the very thing that once was sacred |
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See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love |
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Street fighter hope she had that |
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Tiger upper cut |
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Now they comin out the woodworks snitchin' on me |
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Once Mr. Woods was all good, |
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Now a nigga only |
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You see now that nigga lonely |
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And losin all his money |
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Still hear that laughin' under breath while the |
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Orlando police |
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See that's insult to injury |
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Now I'm losin everything as they began the lynch in me |
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Turnin on |
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ESPN you see they got it in for me |
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And they wont stop until they got my legacy in infamy |
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Infamy can't deal wit it |
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She gon get the meals for this |
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Don't root for me |
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They boo for me |
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And cheer for |
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Phillip Nickleson |
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D-J seein all of them |
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They gon stop acknowlegin |
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Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again |
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Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga |
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Yet, it is forever in a day to forgive and forget one |
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I'm forever a nigga |
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Guess when |
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I knew the verdict, |
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I thought of |
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Bill Clinton |
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I looked at |
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Roethlisberger |
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At the politics surface, |
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I aint hardly workin' |
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I'm gettin help for this addiction, (??) important |
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But I'm sorry for the damage |
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I have done |
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For all the pedicures |
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I've given to their camel toes they bring |
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I know I'm wrong now |
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Can we get along now? |
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Would I stay with her, or separate or move along now |
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Okay you wrong now |
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We don't get along now |
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Three quarter bills later, |
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Maybe guess you get it all now |