| Imma always be in love with you
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| You can blame it on the rush
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| You can blame it on the rush
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| It’s like it’s tasked in my brain
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| It’s a full time job, staying sane
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| Blame it on the rush
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| Roof off, all red, Rudaulph
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| Coke boy too gone
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| Too hard, blue balls
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| Black black Skelly with the suit off
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| Baby hit the crew off
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| 5 China deals, just blew off
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| Dippin on the charts, new bitch new Camero
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| Belt slip a nigga, talk to the barol, bitch
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| Talk about a hoe, never playin
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| You wouldn’t understand it
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| Gangsta Grillz niggas want Drama, but forget the Cannon
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| What’s up with you?
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| Always in love with you
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| Everytime I see you, hugs and kisses with you
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| You want the finer things
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| Slick shoes, diamond rings
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| Broke niggas wasting time
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| Tryna get you that ring
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| Imma always be in love with you
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| You can blame it on the rush
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| You can blame it on the rush
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| It’s like it’s tasked in my brain
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| It’s a full time job, staying sane
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| Blame it on the rush
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| Tharopy comes to the sex
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| I get it in, chemestry
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| Put me to the test, and it ain’t spairin me
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| Kept me flyin overseas, like a pelicon
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| The hotel, my section, right in the Ritz
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| She a stallion, killer with them measurements
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| Her man in prison, the systom wouldn’t let him win
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| Miss feel good, her touch is like meddison
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| The lust got her tempin in
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| The rush, adrenelin
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| Lit, as we go up
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| Quick, then I slow up
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| Give it to her stiff, till she slips in a coma
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| Sit cause I’m coked up
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| You is a poser
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| Fuck with the chick with the chip on her shoulder
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| Imma always be in love with you
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| You can blame it on the rush
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| You can blame it on the rush
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| It’s like it’s tasked in my brain
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| It’s a full time job, staying sane
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| Blame it on the rush |