| I finally found love and it’s fucking beautiful
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| I no longer bite my nails down to the cuticles
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| My sex stories ain’t suitable for listeners
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| Cause prisoners to wack off, aw man
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| Enough of that soft shit, me by myself is like the four horsemen
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| You’re just a poor sportsman, your sports car could be your coffin
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| The thought of revenge release endorphins
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| That make me feel just like I’m swimming with some dolphins
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| Ring, ring for this I gotta call 'em baby, shit, I might retire
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| Spend the rest of my days down in New Orleans maybe
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| Money changed me for the better
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| So I brought it back and got the all black Jetta
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| With the header and the leather bra
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| Thinking back like «Shit dog, you really set the bar»
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| High as fuck 'bout to twist another
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| Too many people gone, damn, we miss our brothers
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| What the fuck is going on? |
| A strange sense, ah
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| Something’s going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers, man, shit
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| A strong scent lingers
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| Something’s going wrong, I can feel it in my fingers
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| Like arthritis when it’s raining, uh
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| Let it rain on me
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| Let it rain
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| Uh, it’s me
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| On me
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| It only took me nine times to make a debut, tenth time’s a charm, shit
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| Now man’s on road, that means I’m hard
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| Charge whatever on the Visa card, half moon Caesar parts
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| A lot of motherfuckers blind, they couldn’t see the art
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| War stories, throw 'em through a stack of tables
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| Wrap my body in a stack of bibles 'cause shit could get dangerous
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| Bam Bam splash off the turn buckle
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| Now you no longer have to use your nerves or muscles
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| We’ll see who loves me if I need a liver, shit
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| You feel defenseless in the presence of a stripper
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| You cannot be trusted with the access to the money
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| I crash more Benzes than when they practice with the dummies
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| I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny, pussy
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| I make these bastards look funny, Bugs Bunny
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| Uh, yeah, these motherfuckers must be crazy, 'cause I ain’t going nowhere
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| Until I’m called up to the stars, then I’ll go there
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| Until then, I’m back here to live another life
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| But for now I’m asking ladies like «What's up tonight?»
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| Baby, what’s up tonight?
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| Yeah, what’s up tonight?
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| I got the True Religion jean suit
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| G-Unit sneaker shit
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| Ah |