| Me and the pack, up in the club
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| 43 liqour and milk in the cup
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| Twenty deep, clubowner thinks «What the Fuck?»
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| Fickin' off ashes on the brandnew rug
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| Man makes the money, money never makes the man
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| Surely, oh Shorty, you got 2 understand!
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| She see’s something that is really not there
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| I try to complain but she doesn’t even care!
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| I try to explain but she doesn’t even hear!
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| Wjy don’t you find another blow hard up in here?
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| So many bulldogs crashed up in here
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| Tried everything but she won’t disappear
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| Stuck to my back like steel on a magnet
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| She know she wrong, but she can’t knock the habit
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| I’m not an treasure and you’re not a bandit…
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| There ain’t no opportunity so you can’t grab it!
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| Hey sister, I can’t complain this to you
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| But I ain’t the one that you are looking for!
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| Hey sister, I just can’s blame it on you
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| But I’m not an open door to the jewellery store!
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| Now, who the hell does he thik he is?
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| He gaspin' for air with his eyes on my shit
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| Obviously, he is alergic to swagger
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| Runnin' his mouth like a young Mick Jagger
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| Runnin' around, makin' everybody nervous
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| Hide and observe like he the Secret Service
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| Honestly, what is the prblem with you, dude?
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| One second I’m here & the next on YouTube?
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| I’m not responsible for your misery
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| plus I never will be, check my history!
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| Everybody in this motherfucker celebratin'
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| You’re the only motherfucker up in here, hatin'
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| Wherever I’m going I’m myself
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| I do my dirty work by myself
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| Everything I write, I tried myself…
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| Andy everythin' you do is a cry for help!
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| Hey Mister, I can’t complain this to you
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| But I ain’t the one that you are looking for!
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| Hey Mister, I just can blame it on you
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| But I’m not an open door to the jewellery store! |