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These are my 1 St. Thomas flows, me, my niggas, and some Madonna ho's |
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That look just like virgins but trust they down to go, yeah |
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Discussin' life and all our common goals |
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Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll |
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Look how the champagne diamonds flow |
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Fine dining, pour another glass when the wine is low |
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I'm in the crib stackin' money from here to the ceilin' |
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Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin' |
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These other rappers gettin' that inferior feelin' |
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I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin' |
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Take a look at yourself the mirror's revealin' |
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If you ain't got it you ain't got it, the theory is brilliant |
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People ask how music is goin', I heard it pays |
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I just came off makin' two million in thirty days |
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Damn, I guess it does is what the message was |
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Sometimes I feel I be spendin' my money just because |
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But Weezy I'm just out here reppin' us |
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'Til I get to shake the hand of the man that's blessing us |
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Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean lyrics |
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Kush got the room smellin' like teen spirit |
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I asked kindly if no one out here would bring their feet up |
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Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader |
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I fly private so no one tells me to bring my seat up |
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And book a suite where me and your favorite singer meet up |
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Who you like, tell me who it is |
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I'mma make sure that that woman is the next one on my list |
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I should call it a night, but fuck it, I can't resist |
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This one is for all the niggas from my city tryin' to diss |
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Without a response from me you really fail to exist |
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And I love to see you fail that feelin' there is the shit |
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I swear, ah, pussy nigga get your bread up |
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Enjoy the seat that the stewardess just forced yo' ass to let up |
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Why yo' scary ass lookin' down? Pick ya head up |
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No one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous get-up |
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With nose plugs in now, I can smell a setup |
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So you're just wastin' your time, you only makin' me better |
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Yeah, I try to tell 'em don't judge me because you heard stuff |
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Chasin' cash, that's my brother from the surf club |
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Damn, that nigga always kept it so hood |
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Back when we would smoke good at the Oakwoods |
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And have girls fall through like coins in a couch |
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Now we just fuckin' all the bitches they warned us about |
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Scared for the first time everything just clicked |
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What if I don't really do the numbers they predict? |
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Considerin' the fact that I'm the one that they just picked |
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To write a chapter in history, this shit has got me sick |
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But if I really do it don't expect to get a split |
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'Cause this truly is some shit I don't expect for you all to get |
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I'm nervous but I'mma kill it 'cause they about to let the realest team in |
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Throwin' up in the huddle nigga, Willie Beamen |
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But still throwin' touchdown passes |
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In tortoise frame glasses hopin' that someone catch it |
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People say that old Drake, we started to miss it |
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But they need to be a little more specific |
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Man is this what y'all want? |
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In my best Chris Tucker impression |
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Duckin' your questions, fuck your suggestions |
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Money gets all of my love and affection |
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Cars, all black like the cover of Essence |
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I'm allergic to comin' in second, but I never sneeze, Y.M.O.E. nigga, yeah |
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Uh, uh, yeah, that's what y'all want? |
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October's Very Own, Young Money, ATF |
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Thank Me Later in this bitch, what's up? |
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Free Weezy in this bitch, what's up? |
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June 15th in this bitch what's up? |
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Noel, that's it |
