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Bling,bling...yeah..aweh mi simting, |
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Bling,bling...emerald cut ring |
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Bling,bling...yeah..aweh mi simting, |
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Bling,bling chapparit and ting |
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Fifty men dead for this golden chain |
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Each link forged by a poor man's pain |
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mined from below with sweat & fear |
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Brought to a shine with a widow's tear |
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Fifty men dead for this diamond ring |
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dat takes the shine off the cheap bling thing |
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Kind a mek you think it no bonafide |
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Fi wear souvenirs from the men that died |
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If you really love me then don't buy me a ring |
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Diamonds & pearls they don't mean anything |
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All that I want is already here |
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Sitting by my side, you got nothing to fear |
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Fifty men dead for this golden band |
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Underground with a pick in their hand |
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Cutting dirt where the sun nuh shine |
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Digging to survive in the man's goldmine |
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How many dead for this royal crown |
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This holy shrine we gather round |
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Worship the dollar, pon your hands & knee |
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Humbled in the presence of your jewellery |
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CHORUS |
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If you really love me then don't buy me a ring |
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Diamonds & pearls they don't mean anything |
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All that I want is already here |
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Sitting by my side, you got nothing to fear |
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