| Lookin' up out my Benz
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| Killa Cam nah nah nah
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| Killa Cam nah nah nah
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| I need to say sorry, y’all already knew it
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| But my pride won’t let me do it though
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| Heard that, it’s pride, won’t let me do it though
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| Best girl in the world, I might’ve blew it
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| Like the small condom, I’ll get through it though
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| I’ll get through it though
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| Heard that, we can do it though
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| I cheated, another one in the books for me
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| She clean, roll weed, and cook for me
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| Ain’t hear from the kids, she would look for me
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| Now she so mad that she won’t even look at me
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| Damn iPhones and cameras, nights in Atlanta
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| Tried to bring you gifts, she said, «You ain’t Santa»
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| I’m just showin' manners, she reachin' for the hammer
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| She ain’t got ears, they replaced with antennas
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| Hard to believe I messed trust up
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| No good or bad, just tough luck
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| I looked her in the eyes like, «I fucked up»
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| Gripped up, my life had to monetize
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| Made mistakes, I apologize
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| Dinner, movie, a date, you know, maybe that
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| Some dudes relate, I want my baby back
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| I tell you a million times, I’m sorry
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| Wild life right here, no safari
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| I’m dressed up, I 'fess up
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| I messed up bad…
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| Later on that night, I bought a kilo
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| To sell it or sniff it, man I don’t know
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| 'Cause I got pulled over by po-po
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| Oh no-o-o-o-o-o
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| Day-to-day life dealin' with reality
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| Lawyer got me off on a technicality
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| All I think about, we was Mickey and Mallory
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| Nothin' left but increase my salary
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| Uh, now money is the focus
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| Hustlin' president, POTUS
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| Anything else right now is bogus
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| Real estate opened up, I gave notice
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| Murder was the case, Calvin Broadus
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| Blue magic though, hokus pokus
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| They forgot that my dope’s the dopest
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| Made a mil' in one week, yeah it’s poppin'
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| Retail therapy, out shoppin'
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| Pulled off the lot, top droppin'
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| No legs on the car, but it’s boppin'
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| Speakers in the door, so it’s knockin'
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| I got all the keys, so I’m locked in
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| Felt above the law, Johnny Cochran
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| And I’m off the rebound, Rodman
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| Woo! |
| Let’s get this money, baby
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| Let’s get this money, baby
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| Ain’t nothin' funny, baby
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| La-la-la-la-la
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| Later on that night, I laid in my bed
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| Them birds was chirpin', so I’m countin' up bread
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| But I can’t get her up out my head
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| Oh man… damn
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| (Later on that night, I laid in my bed
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| Them birds was chirpin', so I’m countin' up bread
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| But I can’t get her up out my head
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| Oh man… damn) |