| Then we lit up that la-la
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| Killed the kitty 'cause I’m the cat with nine lives (Lives)
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| Then we smoked in vanilla, rental, we tore up the villa
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| She like, «You really a killer,» I’m like, «Don't get too familiar»
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| But you’re flawless
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| You the best thing they made since the cordless
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| Nothing short of gorgeous
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| You deserve an office, drive home to a fortress
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| Canines on the porches, in the garage, Porsches
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| Yeah, come live lawless
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| Check my phone and my call list
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| Only bad bitches and ballers
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| Huh, murder he wrote, I’m the author
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| I ain’t lyin', man, I’m flyer than a saucer, baby
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| Everyone lyin', it’s bananas
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| If you’re duckin' from the cops with the scanners
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| If you hustle or a scammer
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| Or you’re showing off your pussy on Camster
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| Just be honest (Be honest, baby, I like that Camster pussy)
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| What she tell you? |
| (You ain’t even gotta put the WWE mask on it,
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| I know it’s you)
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| Uh, uh
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| Triple C, cool, calm, and collected (I am)
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| Triple B, bitch, blowjob, breakfast (Nah' mean?)
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| Triple P, plush pussy my preference (It is)
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| Triple G, gangster gon' leave no guessin', I mean
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| Triple D, don’t dive in deception (Nope)
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| Here come the D’s, we flush pies in seconds
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| WGW, yes, we got weapons (Weapons)
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| What I’m drivin' won’t fill, what’s your preference? |
| I mean
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| The boat is hot, the yacht is docked to drop the top if you guessin'
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| Eleven hundred so fast, I’ll spend ten off your luggage
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| Or maybe you’re in the Rovers, or maybe you want a chauffeur
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| I show you better than tell you, the Gucci match up the loafers
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| I grew up around cobras (What else?), sharks, rats, and vultures (What else?)
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| Crack fiends and ballers, pardon me if I’m vulgar
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| It’s my environment, blame it all on my culture
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| Hustle with Miss Paula, can’t fault her
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| Everyone lyin', it’s bananas
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| If you’re duckin' from the cops with the scanners
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| If you hustle or a scammer
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| Or you’re showing off your pussy on Camster
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| Just be honest (Just be honest, baby)
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| What she tell you? |
| (Nobody knockin' you no more, niggas tryna find you since
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| Backpage closed down
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| Where you set up at now?) |