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I love you, baby(Yeah, yeah) |
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I'll treat you right(Yeah, yeah) |
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I love you, baby(Yeah, yeah) |
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I'll treat you right(Yeah, yeah) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you(Give it, huh) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you |
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Yo, yo, yo, ignore the amateurs, you're rolling with the glamorous |
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See all the clamor for the lights and the cameras? |
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They get scared when the glances turn amorous |
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Exposed to the heat, they go yellow like an amethyst |
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Used to be purple like the cannabis from welts and the bruises |
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Used to scream, help, it was useless |
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Escaped into the night with her life intact |
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A betrayal she described as a knife in the back |
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Stone cold killer, you'd probably shudder |
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At the amount of blood flowing through the |
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Hollywood gutter |
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All because of the appetite for dreams that will eat you up inside |
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She on your mind probably keep you up at night15 minutes, that's all she really need |
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Director yell cut, and we see how you really bleed |
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Stay in the game, stay in the frame |
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Say her name, fame, fame |
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I love you, baby(Skip the foreplay) |
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I'll treat you right(That's what they all say) |
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I love you, baby(Skip the foreplay) |
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I'll treat you right(Yeah) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you(Give it, huh) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you |
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Yo, yoShe's so fleeting, she's so deceiving, she's so misleading |
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She cut 'em open and bleeding, she got 'em overeating |
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She's so hot, soda pop, she's overheating |
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Her gun, American, her favorite rum, |
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Puertorican |
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She's like a monkey on your back, 'till you start to crack |
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She'll make you famous like the stars of |
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StrappedThe heart of the fact, to swallow that, she got a target on your back |
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Follow you until you drown in the sea of your sorrow |
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You overdose, she got you over, she got the potion |
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It's not a joke, how she got 'em hoping she tried the coke |
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And everything designer, from the kind of drugs she do |
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To the attitude when she get tired of loving you |
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I hear them swear they don't need her and throw dirt on her name |
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I'm out for the fortune, fuck |
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FameI hear them swear they don't need her and throw dirt on her name |
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I'm out for the fortune, fuck |
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FameI love you, baby(Skip the foreplay) |
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I'll treat you right(That's what they all say) |
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I love you, baby(Skip the foreplay) |
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I'll treat you right(Yeah) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you(Give it, huh) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you |
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Yo, yoThe mother cried, the butterfly was a caterpillar |
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Before he fell in love with |
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Fame 'cause he had to feel her |
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The model hot, she swallowed shots, straight |
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TequilaThe bottles pop, she love you but can't wait to kill you |
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She lurking in the bushes, she the paparazzi |
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Her sex drive way faster than a |
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MazaratiEvery relationship is work, this is not a hobby |
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She make you famous like |
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Beyonce then she got your body |
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How she grimy like a project lobby |
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But still snooty, pack |
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Louis Vuitton and act bourgey |
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She like a ghost 'cause |
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I shudder when she pass through me |
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She yell, cut and you stop acting, it's your last movie |
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She got you in the gym, she got you in the spa |
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Staring at the man in the mirror wondering who you are |
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You're a superstar 'til she pass on you |
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Take a picture, it will last longer, word |
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I love you, baby(Skip the foreplay) |
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I'll treat you right(That's what they all say) |
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I love you, baby(Skip the foreplay) |
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I'll treat you right(Yeah) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you(Give it, huh) |
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I got work for you(Give it to me, girl) |
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I got work for you |
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Yo, yoI love you, baby |
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I love you, baby |
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I'll treat you right |
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I got work for you |
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I got work for you |
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I got work for you |
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I got work for you |
