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It makes it easier, easier to bear, you won't regret it |
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No, girl they won't forget it, love is their home |
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Happiness yeah, squeeze her, don't tease her |
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Never leave her |
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I invented swag, poppin' bottles |
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Puttin' supermodels in the cab, proof |
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I guess I got my swagger back, truth |
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New watch alert, Hublot's |
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Or the big face Rollie I got two of those |
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Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow |
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Cock back, snap back |
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See my cut through the holes' |
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Damn Yeezy and Hov, where the hell ya been? |
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Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen |
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I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond 'em |
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Now I'm bout to make them tuck they whole summer in |
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They say I'm crazy, well, I'm 'bout to go dumb again |
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They ain't see me 'cause I pulled up in my other Benz |
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Last week I was in my other other Benz |
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Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another 'gain |
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Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth |
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I'm 'bout to call the paparazzi on myself |
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Uh, live from the Mercer |
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Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya |
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Flee in the G450 I might surface |
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Political refugee, asylum can be purchased |
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Uh, everything's for sale, I got five passports |
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I'm never going to jail |
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I made "Jesus Walks" I'm never going to hell |
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Couture level flow, it's never going on sale |
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Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses |
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Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive |
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I get it custom, you a customer |
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You ain't 'customed to going through Customs |
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You ain't been nowhere, huh? And all the ladies in the house |
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Got 'em showing off, I'm done, I hit ya up manana |
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Welcome to Havana |
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Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas |
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Viva Mexico, Cubano |
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Dominicano, all the plugs that I know |
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Driving Benzes, wit' no benefits |
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Not bad huh? For some immigrants |
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Build your fences, we diggin' tunnels |
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Can't you see? We gettin' money up under you |
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Can't you see the private jets flyin' over you? |
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Maybach bumper sticker read "What would Hova do?" |
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Jay is chillin', 'Ye is chillin' |
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What more can I say? We killin' 'em |
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Hold up, before we end this campaign |
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As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames |
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Lord, please let them accept the things they can't change |
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And pray that all of their pain be champagne |
