| No ice on my hands
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| No diamonds in my grill
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| Don’t drive a Mercedes
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| I’ma keep it real
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| Nothing in my pocket
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| But a five-dollar bill
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| Guess I’ll go to Taco Bell
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| And get a combo meal
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| I swear to God
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| I don’t wanna be a broke chick
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| But I’m feeling like a broke chick
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| Couple diamonds in the bezel of my Audemar
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| Michael J. Foxin'
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| Cause I’m wishin that she won’t tick
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| I’m a fiend for a discount
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| While I dream of a penthouse
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| Bought my jeans from a thrift shop
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| And made a scene for a discount
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| Baby I just trynna get on payroll
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| But my credit’s been bad since like a day old
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| Sallie Mae up on my line that hoe on hold
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| I’m too busy plottin how to get a bankroll
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| I’ll set it off in this mutha' if I have to
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| Ten more session on this mufuckin' tattoo
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| My record deal like my credit card: past due
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| «you shouldn’t spend what you ain’t got,»
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| Bitch I ain’t ask you
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| We never had nothing
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| See and now I’m gon' get it
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| Advance me some dollars
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| And you know I’m gon' spend it
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| Eaten calamari, stuntin in that 'rari
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| I’m offended if you think
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| That shit ain’t rented, I’m broke, hoe
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| Tremble in the system with a grip on a buck
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| They say «jump»
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| You lick the boot that came outcha butt
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| Vote yes drugs tests
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| Man, poverty sucks
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| Just a hospital stay away from losing it all
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| I told myself to be better
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| That better fate would fall in place
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| Momma promised she’d never
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| But «never» became the ground in my face
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| Fake Miss Marple got the nerve and the gall
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| Huntin down panhandlers who beg near the mall
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| Ryan lived and died with the dirt in his paws
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| You mad they try to snatch
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| A little joy from the jaws?
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| You don’t like me? |
| Just rezone
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| You just wanna sell my home
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| You ain’t forgive no loan
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| You won’t turn my water back on
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| Just turn my water back on
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| Surf board
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| Waterboard
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| I’m kinda bored
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| Take me to water world
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| Not of this world
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| This place is doomed
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| So the players sit in space
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| Coz that’s what players do
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| We need a day or two to troubleshoot
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| And do the things we wanna do
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| Better be World War III
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| When they summon me
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| Ask can I move something
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| «Show me what you got»
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| They like «ooo nothing»
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| Do a lot of tweeting
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| While I’m sitting on the shitter
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| Mind foggy like my tap water
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| Gotta get a Brita
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| That and a brand new spatula
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| So I can make an omelette for my baby
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| Talking cheese on cheese
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| Fresh parm and feta
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| Never one to skimp
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| On that crushed red pepper
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| I’m drinking all your coffee
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| Can’t find my passport
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| First of the month and I’m dodging my landlord
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| Sorry Martini
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| So sorry
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| You know how it goes |