| Girl you look so good with your hair up
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| Better with your guard down
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| Listen to these melodies
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| I sing for you so heavenly
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| I bet you think
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| Soft skin, rough touch
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| She made it rain like Seattle, so I know the love to rush
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| Always on the wake the neighbors up shit
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| Shorty that’s my mans, I got hands
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| Don’t you touch, him
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| Don’t blow too quick she pleads
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| I’m never too rich for an Arizona Iced Tea
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| So I’m good, don’t you worry 'bout my heart
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| For the fam, through the fame
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| Keep the focus in the art
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| Aim to changed the world
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| And only change my worth
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| In the end did I even really start?
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| See, I’m trying to direct a wave so great, ugh
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| That Moses couldn’t even play a part
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| Still make more than your parents ever did
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| Cuz havin money don’t make a nigga look down on niggerish
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| Nigga rich
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| Tendencies
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| To spend on things
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| That, look dawg, we really don’t need
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| Homie don’t smoke but for them jays he a fiend
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| Wouldn’t see the truth if it was etched in your jeans
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| With these new grills, I’mma hop in the passenger side
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| Of your brand new ride
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| Pop in this Asoh Black tape one time
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| Hopefully, you genuinely like what you hear
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| When we |