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[Intro: from "Super Fly"] |
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"I'm gonna put that young girl of your's out on whore's row." |
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"Listen Priest, that's my wife you're talking about man" |
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"So what! " |
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[Hook:] |
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I see something in you, I could use you mama |
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Keep up sweetheart, don't let me lose you mama |
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This that new shit, you gotta get used to mama |
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I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than |
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Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them |
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Yeah I'm on my Max Julien, who's cooler than |
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Broke bitches don't waste time pursuing them, yeah |
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[Verse 1:] |
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I'm not a star, but I'm sky high |
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Got a gangsta bitch in my car, she come to ride |
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My mob wife, word to Leah |
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Riding American muscle but I'm banging foreign features |
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That's my homie Sir Michael Rocks, I'm a let my speakers knock |
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Double back make the block so I can peep the scenery |
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See if it's worth getting out, doing a little mingling |
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Shit's a fucking circus sometimes, I swear it's Ringling |
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Brothers, where's my brothers bitch bring em in |
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Round table meeting shit, distinguished gentlemen |
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Weed so fire, it should come with an extinguisher |
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Steady fueling my engine, more penmanship pimping |
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Never was a henchman, just an underboss and then a kingpin |
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I done made my bones, now I'm playstation marathon in a robe |
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Running my business from my cellphone |
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(Yeaaa) homes |
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I ain't never gonna die homie, yeah |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Where you get that bag from, I can spot a fake shit |
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Them ain't genuine Louboutins, your little brother painted them |
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Don't know who you fooling or who you think you playing with |
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Looking at my club couch, you better stay away from here |
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You gon' stand up all night if you waiting on me to save you bitch |
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These seats reserved for boss ladies, my Rodeo babies |
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Fresh off Saks Fifth, brung mama with me to Chi-town Michigan Street |
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We hit the Polo mansion |
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Before I bought my gift, she swiped that card and had them box and bag it |
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[Hook] |