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[Hook x2] |
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No time for struggle cause we *****ning today, today |
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Look out the window see me flying away, away |
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[Bridge] |
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It's a proven fact money make the world go round |
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And a couple sweet words'll make your girl go down |
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On the whole team cause you weren't taking care of business |
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See me in a Bimmer, see you in a Civic, uh |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 1] |
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When I step up in the party, yes I'm letting my nuts hang |
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Tryna **** a groupie ***** right on the hood of the Mustang |
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From a place where they bust things, hailing from Flu*****ng |
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Peace to Bloodstain, Beamer custame |
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On a California king where the thug lay (that's word to me man) |
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The joint longer than Mutombo finger, my features etch |
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Shorty sniffin' lines like a sketch |
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Tell her that I need my slippers fetched |
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I need a wifey tongue longer than Kakey |
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Shoot the gun right when I whistle, plus she never will snake me |
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Do a split on my **** |
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If I'm sick she'll even clean me if I *****t in my pants |
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So I'm taking her to France with me |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Doing math like an Asian student |
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I've been a truant, three language fluent |
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Blueish on the Buick |
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Reddish on the hue of the cheeks on my booby |
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Her body smoking like a dooby |
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The joint rolled like a croissant, mad butter |
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Gold or brown |
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If I end up in the can then who gon' hold me down? |
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Probably no one |
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They like it when you hot, when you not |
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They tell you eat a **** off the springboard I dive into the drop |
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Gold watch, like I just retired |
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No socks in the loafer cause it's tacky |
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At least I'm not up in Pataki's |
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You catch me higher than a Shaq knee |
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See me swerving side to side like Mutombo finger |
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The bundle bringer, guns are subtle |
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Hear them clapping like the end of the huddle |
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I might be big as a bear, but nothing to cuddle |
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Hop in the shuttle, land in Russia, yo |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Bridge] |
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[Hook x2] |
