| You know I come through on the regular
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| Ear glued to the cellular
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| Bouncing something strong
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| Every time I keep telling ya Strive for yours
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| And life for you gets no younger
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| You like my little sis, Drea
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| I’m like your big brother
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| Watched you grow
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| Now we both getting this dough
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| Bad Boy-Spoiled Rotten
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| Collabo and yo Before we put nada
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| I came to straight hits
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| Stack big face chips
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| Buy expensive whips
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| Just thought at first
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| Through the years you proved to me You’ll be closer than
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| Any other friend could be When I was going through
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| And I would call on you
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| You were down, I know you cared
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| And you always were right there
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| You’ve always been there for me We are the closest that friends could be When I am in need
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| You are there for me I got ya back, baby
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| No matter what people said or thought about me You’re always first to come to my Defense because you are
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| My friends stick by my side
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| Through troubles thick and thin
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| On you I can depend on You expressed your feelings to me By watching over me (by watching over me)
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| And even made sure (yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Can’t nobody take your place
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| No one can take your place
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| Take your place
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| No, no, no, no, no, no You got my back, baby
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| Hey, yo Drea, what’s going on?
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| It’s me, Rob
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| I’m on T’s having this joint
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| Down with my Bad Boy mark
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| You shoulda saw the crowd went wild
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| When I came out
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| Kept my rhymes in three words
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| Screamed your name out
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| See, now they knowing you
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| Like they know me Black Rob and Drea
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| That’s cash money
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| Eternally
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| BS not concerning me Kenny Smoove got bank
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| We burning, D, trust me |