| Is it real life?
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| Get-get-get me
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Is it real life?
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| Something doesn’t feel right to me now
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| Like a peace sign
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| Or my two feet up on this ground
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| Fantano won’t like this shit
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| Don’t know why I write this shit
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| I’m thinking I might just quit
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| Pull a gun out, smite this quick
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| Rick Owens on my feet, ay
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| I’m blowing my b, ay
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| I’m showing my Cartier
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| Yeah, I love my white tooth, ay
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| Fantano won’t like this shit
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| Don’t know why I write this shit
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| I’m thinking I might just quit
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| Pull a gun out, smite this quick
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| Rick Owens on my feet, ay
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| I’m blowing my b, ay
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| I’m showing my Cartier
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| Yeah, I love my white tooth, ay
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now
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| Don’t nobody get me
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| So I never get nobody now |