| I roll through and I came with my ladies
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| The look on your face is so priceless Picasso could paint it
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| Try my best, you know I’m not one for heated exchanges
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| But I’m second-guessing you ever had love for me, baby
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| We gon' cut up, fallin' down
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| Still, I hope and roll around
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| Pictures of you under my eyelid
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| Still, I see you in the shape of my pain
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| I roll through and I came with my ladies
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| The look on your face is so priceless Picasso could paint it
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| Try my best, you know I’m not one for heated exchanges
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| But I’m second-guessing you ever had love for me, baby
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| I pull her strings like a rockstar
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| 'Cause I’m a rockstar
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| Somethin' like Nirvana (Cobain)
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| While you chase hoes, I chase commas
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| That’s dollars dollars
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| Bite like piranhas (pussy)
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| I don’t eat meat
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| But what’s in between your legs so sweet
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| I might eat for a week (bon appétit)
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| Surrounded by angels
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| Look on my face is so dangerous
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| Jean-Michel Basquiat couldn’t have paint it
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| We gon' cut up, fallin' down
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| Still, I hope and roll around
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| Pictures of you under my eyelid
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| Still, I see you in the shape of my pain
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| I’m sincere to you
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| Though it might not be clear to you
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| Put you before you put yourself a lot of times
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| Yeah, I stay true as fuck
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| If that make two of us
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| 'Cause I’m between the two
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| Livin' with or without you
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| I try to keep it calm though it’s a storm inside
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| 'Cause I can’t get too close to ya
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| I must love you from afar
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| I roll through and I came with my ladies
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| The look on your face is so priceless Picasso could paint it
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| Try my best, you know I’m not one for heated exchanges
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| But I’m second-guessing you ever had love for me, baby
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| I roll through and I came with my ladies
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| The look on your face is so priceless Picasso could paint it
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| Try my best, you know I’m not one for heated exchanges
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| But I’m second-guessing you ever had love for me, baby |