| Fly nigga couldn’t tell me nothing different homes
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| And I be good til the fat woman sing a note
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| I’m tryna find life’s meaning up in this Patron
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| I’m taking women to heaven and then I take em home
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| I’m waking up with something 20-something fly shit
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| Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit
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| Word. |
| she said she love me but she lying
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| Shit I’m lying too! |
| Told that bitch I love her for her mind
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| Well that’s quite true, bust-a-move, head game lover boo
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| Bust that pussy open, turn that sofa to a fuckin pool
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| I’m playing Cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better
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| I’m looking good in everything, but she look good in leather
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| Call me cocky I love it, baby father a sucker
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| I’m longer than em: I ain’t talking no Rockin Republic
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| I don’t shop in the public, ain’t finna wait in line
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| This not a free throw, this easy as a lay-up line
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| If I got time, you got time too
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| You with a boss, baby, so when I move you move
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| Let’s have some drinks: Malibu and how I do
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| And after that we do whatever we want to.
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| Girl I’m in charge: that means I’m coolin
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| I have my own agenda: that means I’m coolin
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| Baby I’m large: that means I’m coolin
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| Dealin with a winner: that mean I’m coolin
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| Pimp-stroll on em, the pen cold on em
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| Couldn’t fuck with it with a million nymphos on ya
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| Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
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| I tell em «honey, I know (Cher?), I’m so sunny»
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| And this is all pro-bono
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| All-Star weekend floor seats by the coaches
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| Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches
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| Half a millie on the road, y’all relyin on features
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| I ain’t married, but I’m tryna find a keeper
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| If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret
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| And we fuck, I beast up and throw a little peace up
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| So peace out, I’mma get up with you in like 3 months
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| Word, absence will make the heart grow
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| With that said, I ain’t around like my old combs
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| And I be drinking all the brown straight, no Coke
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| I’m chasing money, not the liquor, y’all ain’t even close
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| So let’s have a toast, everything fine
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| This ain’t a free throw, this easy as a lay-up line |