| I woke up, first thing I used to do was write you
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| Now I put on my diamond chain before my left shoe
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| Now I drink a Gatorade before I sweat you
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| Now I wish I never ever even thinkin' if it’s the right move
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| Maybe I should have left you
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| Diamonds all on my right, ooh
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| Compliment my left, ooh
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| Diamonds all on my right, ooh
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| Diamonds all on my left, ooh
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| I don’t really need no light, ooh
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| Chillin' up in my Benz coupe, yeah
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| Mm-mm, I be on some shit, I be in my bag, ooh
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| Mm-mm, I’m alright, I don’t need no friends, ooh
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| Mm-mm, you was the only one I could vent to
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| Mm-mm, Dolce and Gabbana pants, ooh
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| Mm-mm, let me get all up in your pants, ooh
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| Mm-mm, I wash off all of my sins, ooh
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| Mm-mm, next day I’m back at it again, ooh
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| Mm-mm, pull up on me with them dance moves
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| Yeah, pull up in a Wraith
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| 'Cause I know you like goin' ghost
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| You my girl, you my homie though
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| Say you hate me, I love you mo'
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| Write a statement, that’s all he wrote
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| Yeah, pull up in a Wraith
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| I feel like a star now, I feel like a GOAT
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| Gotta go to my coat, fell in love with a ghost
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| I’m like «Look where we are now,» now they wanna get close
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| Wanna be my lil' hoe, tell them «Go where you go»
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| I’m tryna get far now, yeah, my money large now, yeah
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| Got a few foreign cars now, yeah, drop the roof off my car now, yeah
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| I don’t need a guitar now, yeah, make them listen to art now, yeah
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| Try to break me apart now, yeah, push a button to start now, yeah
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| Look, I would text and call
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| I don’t think she got the message though
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| I ain’t stress it though
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| I was flexin', she was flexible
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| I got better hoes, I got good girls, I got ratchet hoes
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| Let the ratchet go, they don’t know I fuck with savage hoes
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| Panamanians, bring your friends, you know I came with friends
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| Ethiopians, Puerto Ricans, I like both of them
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| I’m the golden kid, too much gold on so I froze it then
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| Big face Rollie shit, Cuban link I hope you noticed it
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| Yeah, pull up in a Wraith
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| 'Cause I know you like goin' ghost
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| You my girl, you my homie though
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| Say you hate me, I love you mo'
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| Write a statement, that’s all he wrote
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| Yeah, pull up in a Wraith |