| Heh, ay, treat me like a king I deserve to be pampered
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| Came too far to be livin' like Sanford
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| Rare breed
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| Gettin' pussy on campus
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| Told me when she seen me couldn’t wait to turn cash in, carefree
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| Effortless
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| I don’t live by glide, Clyde Drexler shit
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| Really M.J. 'bout mine without the extra years
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| All acting, planning, gone have extra tears
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| We back to back on the highway
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| Really on the hunt tho
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| Hit about five states
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| Gone for a month
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| Blowin' bomb in the SS
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| Got her hair pressed
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| Holdin' up her face with her hand: «Are we there yet?»
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| Sun down
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| High hopes pullin' into town
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| No sleep
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| No sleep
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| No sleep
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| No sleep
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| (Ay) I ain’t ask for this, you chose up
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| Before you came around, I been good
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| You wanna hang around like clothes, huh?
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| Finna hang yo ass up like Suge
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| I need another break to froze up
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| Fucked around and stole a Rolex
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| I came around with both the doors up
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| She ain’t even know I had that
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| Slick moves, need some tissue
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| Shittin' on 'em, sittin' on 'em
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| Rims cuttin' up the block when they bend the corner
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| Call the coroner
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| American muscle and got foreigner
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| So basically — you all — can’t complain when you movin' too slow
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| Say he treat you so bad like Club Nouveau
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| Under ya eyes is bags but the dough is up
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| No sleep |