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Rolls Royce shoppin', |
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Vicaden poppin' |
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Burn my cash in |
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Beverly Hills |
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Gold card lover, accountants run for cover |
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Gucci went and jacked up my bills |
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Well, I know |
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I shouldn't say it |
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But truth be told |
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I really thought that pussy was gold |
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Chicks = trouble |
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You add it up and you get what you get |
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Chicks = trouble |
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I always step right in, |
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I always step right in the shit |
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Oh yeah, baby |
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Oh yeah, I have a jet, my balls are deep in debt |
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And all she hears is cha-cha-chaching |
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But she wants more, a gold diggin' whore |
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Here come the lawyers again |
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Chicks = trouble |
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You add it up and you get what you get |
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Chicks = trouble |
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They'll kick you when your down in the ditch |
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Chicks = trouble |
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I always step right in, |
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I always step right in the shit |
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They never said |
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I could catch this from a centerfold |
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I got it bad and the doctor said |
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I should've known |
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I should've known, |
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I should've known, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Chicks = trouble |
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You add it up and you get what you get |
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Chicks = trouble |
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They'll kick you when your down in the ditch |
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Chicks = trouble |
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You add it up and you get what you get |
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Chicks = trouble |
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Oh, you add it up, you get what you get |
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Oh, she gets it half |
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Oh no, no |
