| She tell me she love me
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| I’m everything that she want
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| Top floor, only way that we go
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| Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone
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| Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone
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| Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone
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| And she don’t ever tell me I’m wrong, I’m wrong
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| Cause she don’t want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone
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| Get to it, I be getting to it
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| Hella groovin', rooftop, better viewin'
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| Always hella coppin', no propellers, moving bank tellers
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| Movin', youngin', revenuin', mozzarella chewin', you know?
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| Lobster butter basted
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| I deserve every crumb tasted, road to riches one way and
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| Sunbathing, tongue tastin'
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| After that she wine tasting, Sean tastin'
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| You know? |
| I gave her diamonds and gold
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| That’s Sierra Leone, her friends like «Girl don’t let go!»
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| So she ain’t askin', she ain’t whinin'
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| Complainin' or trippin', man I got her damn near strippin'
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| For the handbag livin', Saks Fifth’n, tag rippin'
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| No more tab splittin', cab gettin', who wants to go back to that livin'? |
| Do yah?
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| So let’s sex on the beach
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| Then the rest on the sheets for the rest of the week, 'til
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| What you know about wake up to fuckin' 'fore you even can stretch?
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| Yeah I’m on vacay and my dick still need a rest
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| I might get her on film, star and direct
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| Just might win an award if that shit hit the net
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| Oh, reclinin' in seats
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| Not liftin' a finger 'less I’m signin' receipts
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| Livin' life like I got a degree
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| Fuck it, I’m livin' life like I done got in the league
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| Look, my car look like it play for the Lakers
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| Credit card look like it play for the Raiders, I watch it play for the paper
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| Chandelier, marble floor on the feet
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| She said I’m a don, I gotta agree, I fuck her to sleep |