| I go to sleep, I could see that forty under my seat
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| Every night I go to sleep
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| I could see them bars that was holdin' me, yeah
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| How can I forget the duct tape?
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| How can I forget the plastic wrap?
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| How can I forget the Pyrex?
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| Where would I be?
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| Can’t imagine that
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo)
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| How can I, how can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) What would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| (Hey) Where would I be without this shit?
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| What would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) What would I be without this shit?
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| So how can I forget?
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| Fuck how you feel
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| The Wraith be smoke grey (hey)
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| I got like five forty-inch bundles
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| Who buy straight?
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| It’s down to the floor, bitch
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| I can remember me sittin' up in my cell
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| I was sneakin' makin' calls on my cell
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| Talkin' 'bout the records I was gon' sell
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| I am a boss bitch
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| I’m so quick to tell 'em, «Suck my dick, roll my weed»
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| See I hit the club and throw these hoes money
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| They get more money, real shit
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| Tell me I am not the flyest bitch
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| I fuck with all the bitches swipin' shit
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| The toughest cookie in empire, bitch
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| Call me Remy Rodeo Drive
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| I go to sleep, I could see that forty under my seat
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| Every night I go to sleep
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| I could see them bars that was holdin' me, yeah
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| How can I forget the duct tape?
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| How can I forget the plastic wrap?
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| How can I forget the Pyrex?
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| Where would I be?
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| Can’t imagine that
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo)
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| How can I, how can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) What would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| (Hey) Where would I be without this shit?
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| What would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) What would I be without this shit?
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| So how can I forget?
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| I bought my first MAC-11 in a church basement
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| And that’s facts
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| If Bob shot the sheriff then I shot Satan
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| And sent him right back
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| Man I’m all up in the club, swear I’m in the zone
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| I’m like, «Nigga where the drugs that we run up in your home?»
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| I got the Balmain jeans on, got the 23s on
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| I swear nigga stole away from me
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| Niggas talkin' 'bout my life, my life
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| And now niggas try to play with me
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| How can I forget
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| First time pullin' up on the block in that 525
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| How can I forget?
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| 99 nights in the cell
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| Eatin' boneless fillet and fries
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| I go to sleep, I could see that forty under my seat
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| Every night I go to sleep
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| I could see them bars that was holdin' me, yeah
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| How can I forget the duct tape?
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| How can I forget the plastic wrap?
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| How can I forget the Pyrex?
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| Where would I be?
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| Can’t imagine that
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo)
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| How can I, how can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) What would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) Where would I be without this shit?
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| How can I forget?
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| How can I forget?
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| (Hey) Where would I be without this shit?
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| What would I be without this shit?
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| (Yo) What would I be without this shit?
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| So how can I forget? |