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She fell in love with a dope boy |
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Black diamonds on the neck of that dope boy |
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Big body Benz for that dope boy |
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Love every tattoo on that dope boy |
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She sheds tears for that dope boy |
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Shit, it is what it is for that dope boy |
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Handle minor biz for that dope boy |
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But the reward is major, so on and so forth |
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She can tell you by the Greyhound |
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She can show you how to stay down |
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I can tell you 'bout to break down |
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VS1's all in my bitch watch face now |
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Straight G's for your low esteem |
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A.P's for the whole team |
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As I run away from my obituary |
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Walking in the shit that'll get you buried |
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Miami's mine like I'm Pat Riley |
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Baselines shoot at niggas, act wisely |
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Get the picture, niggas getting richer now |
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Living next to bitches, out on Fisher Isle |
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Down from Oprah, Don King, and Sosa |
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Come to the coca, callate la boca |
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They let shit slide when my nigga won't |
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Remember God forgives and them triggers don't |
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[Hook: Omarion] |
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Aw baby it's just how it goes |
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Can't feel it but I know you know |
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Cause I keep it on the outside of you, girl |
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And I keep it on the outside of you, girl |
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And I'm reaping just what I sow |
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My heart's beating but it still stay froze |
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And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl |
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And ya'll waiting on the inside for me, girl |
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Arms wide open |
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(it's warm in here) |
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[Verse 2] |
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She fell in love with the lifestyle |
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Paper tag now her neck all iced out |
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Lear jets to the fights now |
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Belagio crap table with the dice out |
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Floor seats at the Heat game |
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Her bag 20 grand, nigga, peep game |
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South beach making love on the rooftop |
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Fucking to the rhythm, got her singing like she Jill Scott |
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I'm just a nigga with a attitude |
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Earning revenue through different avenues |
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One of my soldiers died in Attica |
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Anything other than a ride is out of character |
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Top down and it feels right |
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I could tell you what a dope boy feels like |
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I could tell you that he never sleeps |
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He may smile but it's never sweet |
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Swisha burning at his fingertips |
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Tears on the inside but they never drip |
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God forgives and the courts don't |
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Seeking an appeal when the courts won't |
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[Hook] |