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Who killin em in the UK. |
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Everybody gonna to say you K, |
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reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me. |
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Estelle once said to me, cool down down |
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don't act a fool now now. |
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I always act a fool oww oww. |
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Aint nothing new now now. |
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He crazy, I know what ya thinkin. |
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White Pino I know what you're drinkin. |
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Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin. |
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What's you're persona. |
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I got this American Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. |
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Dressed smart like a London Bloke. |
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Before he speak his suit bespoke. |
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And you thought he was cute before. |
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Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. |
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And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. |
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But I still talk that CAAASH. |
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Cuz a lot wacks want to hear it. |
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And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. |
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The Pips at they Gladys. |
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And I know they love it. |
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so to hell with all that rubbish |
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Would you be my love, my love. |
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could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine |
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Could you be my love, my love. |
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Would you be my American Boy. American Boy |
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Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day |
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Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay. |
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I really want to come kick it with you. |
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You'll be my American Boy, American Boy |
