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I got the World in my hands, the master plan |
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but I don't know why I keep calling |
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why I keep all of these girls at my shows |
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they loving me but I don't know why |
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I keep calling |
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why I keep calling you |
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All the models to the floor right now |
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All the models to the floor right now |
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All the models to the floor right now |
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All the models to the floor right now |
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I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb |
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Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez |
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Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks |
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If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language |
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Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls |
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I wonder how it feel to lower (Lara) Stone's walls |
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Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her |
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And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina |
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I'm in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve |
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I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg |
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Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa |
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Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, |
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get Olga Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single |
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Abbey Lee, too I'm a freak boo |
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I'm wylin I'm on a thousand |
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I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen. |
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I got the World in my hands, the master plan |
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but I don't know why I keep calling |
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why I keep all of these girls at my shows |
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they loving me but I don't know why |
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I keep calling |
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why I keep calling you |
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Christian Dior denim flow |
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I told her I'm tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for |
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Miami nights on the search for some T and A |
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tryna hide what's obvious to see in me |
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we conversate a bit about your DNA |
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and my salmon coloured suits from the VMA's |
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oh you was watching, who the fuck wasn't |
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me skip across that stage in 5 dozen |
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yeah 60 grand for a minutes time |
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italian vogue styled a nigga for a minute rhyme |
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lets be clear and lets be fair |
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the best things in music's being offered here |
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its a round table full of bosses here |
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still giving you it all like the coffins near |
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I got the World in my hands, the master plan |
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but I don't know why I keep calling |
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why I keep all of these girls at my shows |
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they loving me but I don't know why |
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I keep calling |
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why I keep calling you |
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I got the World in my hands, the master plan |
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but I don't know why I keep calling |
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why I keep all of these girls at my shows |
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they loving me but I don't know why |
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I keep calling |
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why I keep calling you |
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It's time for a lesson in model behaviour |
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damn, look at all the bad bitches i gave you |
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man I can see the flaws to your flavour |
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look like wonder woman and still need a saviour |
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maybe its a billionaire maybe its that cocaine |
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I done seen drugs and money run the whole game |
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a good girl lost in the city life |
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Agent Provocateur holding titties right |
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He ain't Kraft material, champagne for cereal |
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Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm |
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Fly clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on |
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Stuff all my problems in that bong and I'm puffin' strong |
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I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone |
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Must've been the liquor talkin', I'm beggin' the cups, c'mon |
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T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem |
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My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush) |
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Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh) |
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I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? |
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Probably dime chicks, whips with a Diddy |
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Now I'm back like a nine milli, runnin' New York City |
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See me clearly through the storm |
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The world's mine, sits pretty in my palm |
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Sean Don (Chandon?) as we continue on |
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I got the World in my hands, the master plan |
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but I don't know why I keep calling |
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why I keep all of these girls at my shows |
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they loving me but I don't know why |
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I keep calling |
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why I keep calling you |
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Niggas think they know I'm the guy with the story |
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they dont really know, |
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it's so air frickin women |
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How can I be better? |
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I could start with just the basics |
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Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut |
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I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the nini |
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to the people who dont know Cud', know what? |
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rose gold presidential on my boney wrist |
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took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner |
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she got haters, some in the fam made us |
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but they don't really matter, we escaping with our paper |
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Hey ya, I'm on my Andre 3000 |
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I'm all good now, a nigga don't need no counseling |
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woke up in the room and my mojo was active |
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looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive |
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back when let me not reflect on the old shit |
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I'm on to the new act, on to my new script |
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Bitches better have they thoughts before approaching |
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I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas |
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do things all before living, haters, copy, I'm the image |
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haters, copy, I'm the image |
