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I would like to welcome you to the world of |
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Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings |
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Chief chains and the girls of |
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Fake smiles, broken hearts |
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And if you looking for your real love |
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You won't find it here |
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Yeah, if you looking for your real love |
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Well, goodnight, my dear |
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Ooh, if you looking for real love don't come around here |
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Ooh, if you looking for real love it ain't here, my dear |
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Move on |
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It's my pleasure to welcome you to the world of |
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Fast money, flashy cars, big guns |
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Undone, threw away for the love of the game |
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I don't need a chain or the fame |
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Still shine, spend time with the girls of |
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Fake smiles, broken hearts |
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Trying hard in the club looking for her real love |
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You won't find it here |
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All I got is hard dick and conversation for you |
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I was just high, even lying when I say I love you |
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My mind saying it were both, I just wanna fuck you, her too |
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Blowing loud, smelling like a bubba kush perfume |
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She coming home with me, she fixin' to meet her doom |
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She ain't sayin' I'm the greatest? Fixin' to change her tune |
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The coldest and the hottest, call me December June |
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Deliver euphoria straight to your room |
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I hit that ass and I wait, I zoom |
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Make it rain non-stop, call me Young Typhoon |
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Top spot already filled up, no room |
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Thought I would put some paper in your purse so soon? |
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Well, wrong she is and mistaken she was |
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Tip broke? Never heard no such thing, uh |
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I'll fuck you up, don't touch me 'cause |
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Just trust me bruh, it must be |
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L-l-living my dreams, don't wake me up |
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Y-y-you fake it 'til you make it, must suck |
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All t-t-the haters hate us for the flav' of the paper |
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T-t-that's why I can't love my neighbors |
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D-d-dangerous, don't kick, cut you |
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If you ain't welcome in my world, bitch, fuck you |
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D-d-dangerous, don't kick, cut you |
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You ain't welcome in my world, bitch, fuck you |
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I would like to welcome you to the world of |
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Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings |
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Chief chains and the girls of |
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Fake smiles, broken hearts |
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And if you looking for your real love |
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You won't find it here |
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Yeah, if you looking for your real love |
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Well, goodnight, my dear |
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Ooh, if you looking for real love don't come around here |
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Ooh, if you looking for real love it ain't here, my dear |
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Move on |
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I would like to welcome you to the world of |
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Fake bitches, no love |
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What the fuck you take me for? Show love |
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I hate haters in the club |
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You must not really know where I come from |
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Exactly where my heart |
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Or you would never, never, never |
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Where do I start? |
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People ask me shit about Illuminati |
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First off, what the fuck that mean? |
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He loved Jesus when he, he, he was worse off |
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Oh, I see |
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When they think a nigga is stupid rich |
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People just start coming up with stupid shit |
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Man, shit, I could never predict |
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Hold up, let me hit you with this |
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Rolling in a Bugatti with four chains is some foolishness |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, that'd be the shit |
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They'd rather see a nigga locked up, why? For stupid shit |
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Look how they did my nigga, Tip |
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Soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in |
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Wonder why a nigga wanna make the clip go in |
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Wonder why it so hard when it get going |
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Hold ya head my niggas the system is |
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Made to make niggas fall |
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Made to make niggas fail |
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Especially if you ball |
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They don't take niggas well |
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Nah, you can't come through flying |
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In a, in a Bentley shining |
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I'm in the back, backseat driving |
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Screaming on a nigga like I'm actually driving |
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Welcome you to the world of |
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Fast money, fast cars, big diamond rings |
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Chief chains and the girls of |
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Fake smiles, broken hearts |
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And if you looking for your real love |
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You won't find it here |
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Yeah, if you looking for your real love |
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Well, goodnight, my dear |
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Ooh, if you looking for real love don't come around here |
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Ooh, if you looking for real love it ain't here, my dear |
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Move on |
