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Mmm, Oooh, Oh |
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Yeah, Uh, Yeah |
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Y'all know y'all see us in the Benz or that Rover |
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Fresh pair of And 1's, Louis pullover |
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Whole city locked, just like I always told you (uh-huh) |
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If it ain't Boogie, believe me, she a rookie |
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You know how Fox drop it, dig up in they pockets |
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Pussy get lost, treat that nigga like a jump-off |
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They act shady, this nigga must be crazy |
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My girls sell units like Michael in the 80's (ugh) |
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What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but |
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Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon |
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Hold my breath turn blue, 'til it's time to be your referee |
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Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too |
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Cast your vote on me, Save that seat for me |
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Just place your bets on me, Stop gettin' high off of jealousy, |
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whether you are ready or not, I'm comin' with all that I got (I got) |
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Then while you decide, we are undefined |
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My instincts says I ought to keep you free (I wanna keep you free) |
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And my mother says men dislike stability (Oh, is it true?) |
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My instincts says I ought to keep you free |
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But I don't dislike exclusively (oh) |
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What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but |
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Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon |
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Hold my breath turn blue, 'til it's time to be your referee |
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Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too |
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Scared to show or tell, Keep what you just felt |
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A secret to yourself, I'm gettin' tired of mysteries |
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Even though I say they do not |
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The games you play hurt me a lot |
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When there's none to play, will you go or stay? |
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My instincts says I ought to disagree |
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When my mother says men will leave eventually (is it true?) |
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Nothing lasts forever, I agree |
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But I wouldn't mind the possibility (Oh) |
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What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but |
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Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon |
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Hold my breath turn blue 'til it's time to be your referee |
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Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too |
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Live from BK, dippin' on the freeway (uh-huh) |
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Visor twisted back with a couple wild cats (Oww!) |
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Bunch of loose goons, Keep the muzzle on 'em |
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We all 7-tre, who the fluck wan' what? (Iyye!) |
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I numbs 'em like cocaine raw |
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Starvin' like you part of the V-8 this fall |
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Homes, in many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own |
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Bet I, keeps it poppin', keeps they shoulders lockin' |
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La-Di-Da-Di in the party, nigga, |
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Up ya yen, fuck you lockin' for a pen? I just came to bone |
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Reputation ill, stay on chrome |
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I'm like E.T. beotch, no phone home |
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Gavin always told me, Boogie, watch ya paper |
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Keep it low, bubbles flow, niggaz, catch the vapors |
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Fox, Hikaru, in the Cadillac blue |
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2 Live, Shawn ain't got no ma's, beotch! |
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What am I supposed to do, I don't wanna be your referee but |
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Anytime tonight I'm gonna, blow my whistle soon |
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Hold my breath turn blue 'til it's time to be your referee |
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Later on tonight I'll let you, blow my whistle too |