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Uh....yea, alright. well alright. well alright. uhuh. yeah. .....feels good. |
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[Verse 1:] |
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It's a celebration, clap clap bravo, |
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Lobster and shrimp and a glass of moscado for the girl who's a student, and her friend who's a model. |
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Finish the whole bottle, and we gon do it big like this...yea, and he was just practice. |
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He aint in your world, you can take him off your atlas. |
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Girl, you on fire, can I be the one you match with? |
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I'll give you the credit card, and baby you can max this, ah-out. |
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Show me where your tats is. |
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Show me where your heads at; maybe I can grasp it. |
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They say if you get her, you can understand her better, |
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And she's known to be a cheater, but that's only if you let her. |
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And I got it together. |
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So when they talk and try to deter me, it's like whatever. |
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Tell em I appreciate the help, but I just gotta know for myself. |
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Ayo, ayo, ayo....[repeat 4x] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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This lifestyle is foul, this shit'll damage ya. |
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Especially when you think no one's understandin ya. |
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These girl groups with their overprotective managers got paparrazi over my shoulder, |
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Clickin they cameras. |
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Snap, snap, snap, until they runnin outta card space. |
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You remind me of Tony's sister in Scarface. |
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Just take it easy on love, and slow your heart rate. |
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Goodness gracious, the top is such a hard place. Yeah. |
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But if you never even been there, it kinda makes sense why you dyin to pretend, dear. |
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Spillin all your drinks, and takin pictures in your swimwear. |
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Head up in the clouds, you survivn on the thin air. |
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I know that shit is exhaustin, girl...and your mistakes are costin, girl... |
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And maybe you don't need the help, but I just gotta see for myself. |