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I road down Haley street |
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In my 5.O, no |
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Got the ragtop down |
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So my vegas can blow ,yea |
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My wheels are spinning |
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My rims are shining |
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On the street,yea |
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All you suckers take a look at me,yea |
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Oh,yea |
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'Cause I'm not a loser |
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Not a loser |
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I'm not a loser |
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It's just the matter of mine over matter. |
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I go by the old school |
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Where I used to go to class |
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And all those dick-head teachers |
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Like Mister Larsen |
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The can kiss my ass,yea |
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And all those stuck-up rich girls |
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Eating fast food on the lawn |
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When the see me roll by |
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I bet they're sorry that I'm |
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Gone,yea |
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Oh yea |
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'Cause I'm not a loser |
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Not a loser |
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I'm not a loser |
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It's just the matter of mine over matter. |
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Just the matter of mine over matter x4 |
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Repeat after me,repeat after me |
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I'm not a loser x2 |
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I'm not a loser |
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Not a loser |
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I'm not a loser |
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It's just the matter of mine over matter. |
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Just the matter of mine over matter. |
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Repeat after me,repeat after me |
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I'm not a loser |
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Just the matter of mine over matter. |