| Angels cry every time you dance
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| I took a chance, I guess I met the devil in France
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| I shook his hand
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| White sand, black bend, dead as the Sammie
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| Jules stashed the work in the HEMI
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| We trap from Denny’s
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| Quit Henney bad bitches they’re here plenty
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| Here’s a list of real niggas, me
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| I missed any? |
| (I don’t think so.)
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| Say a prayer like it’s before dinner
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| Hot shells during the cold winter
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| Wonder why I saw a Balmain at the custom board
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| Cause it ain’t never had shit for a Muslim boy
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| Go and figure, go and figure
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| They roll over on you when they was rollin' with you
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| Cold divine like it’s the holy scripture
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| Better 20/20 visions till their 40 hit you
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| Up for days mixing drugs with the paranoia
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| This one’s for the dope boys stackin' just to pay the lawyer
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| I sit at home all alone with the 44 under my pillow
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| Tryina dream, it’s a cold winter
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| No friends, in the end they all pretend
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| Seven sins, talking revenge, I serve a cold dinner
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| Really came from nothing
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| Homie nothing’s realla
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| Really came from nothing
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| Homie nothing’s realla Cold revenge so sweet, I’m chowing down
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| Miss the child, fried lobster and kung-pow
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| Smoke a pound, I don’t gotta put towers down
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| Presence fell, I’m around when out of town
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| Back on your set like fuck a setback
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| I was in the hole to meal
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| Pay the debt back, niggas throwin' chips on the table
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| Take your best bet, you can keep five off top
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| Bring the rest back
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| Foreign women and immigrant cars (Bonjour!)
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| A couple sin for an innocent heart
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| Crack the bag, make your nose twitch
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| Watches that don’t tick for the whole clique
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| She wanna make a team, wanna make the team
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| She wanna make a team, wanna make a team
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| She really do!
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| She wanna make a team, wanna make a team
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| We’re talking vivid, we can make the scene
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| Your beauty like funeral flowers
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| Your beauty like funeral flowers
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| Your beauty like funeral flowers
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| Such a dark and luminous power |