| How far would you still feel me if I didn’t make these hits
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| Couldn’t get you what you’re used to sipping Cris and taking trips
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| Would you still be in my corner or be on some other shit
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| But if so, then I don’t need you so let’s keep it moving bitch
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| Uh, everything love long as paper keep stackin'
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| Kisses and hugs on some lovie dove shit
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| Niggas on the grind cause we keep you smilin'
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| Paper get low you get on some other shit
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| I know ya whole style, whole style
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| Ya got a lot of bullshit behind that smile
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| Ya main concern is bling, mink, and crocodile
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| No love for niggas who don’t make the paper pile
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| I feel ya, feel ya
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| Style been all good from the giddy up, from giddy up
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| Nights on the town used to live it up, used live it up
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| Joints blaze in the trunk used to beat it up, used to beat it up
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| Wrappin' hundred dollars bills in my homeless cup
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| Next day 5th Ave. shoppin' Gucci bag coppin'
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| Paper stopped droppin' attitudes started flip-floppin'
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| No worry bounce the bird in a hurry
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| Little did she know my setback was temporary
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| We can play home
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| As long as you can play with the dome
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| A cold killer, drink a cold can of Miller
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| Turn me off black than a Mike J. thriller
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| Now we all alone, body is bomb
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| Ass much fatter, what the fuck is the matter
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| Always talkin' shit about all of these niggas
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| All these niggas tryin' to seize these figures
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| Ridin' in the two-seater, ridin' with the heater
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| If I meet her tonight, can I beat
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| Do it taste sweet, would I really eat… Bon appetite
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| Is it facts or fake
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| Me and old girl could always swing
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| But why every time got to be on me
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| Cause y’all bitches know that shit is free
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| Now I’m back in the streets before 10:30
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| Gotta take a shower, can’t leave my dick dirty
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| Now when a nigga had money, you was there
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| Funny how every time I turned around, you was there
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| When it was time to get your hair, your nails and your gear
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| But at my court date, you failed to appear
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| For my case on appeals, it took over a year
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| In that time, a nigga didn’t see nor hear
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| Got to the point, there was no respect at all
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| I was shocked when you did not collect my call
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| Spent nights in my cell just beatin' my dick
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| Thinkin' bout, how we used to fuck and shit
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| I took you out, bought cha' ass a bunch of shit
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| When I get out
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| I’m gonna fuckin' punch this bitch right in her mouth
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| Cause she don’t understand the rules
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| You don’t bite the man that dipped your hand in jewels
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| You were there when I bought the rock that blinded you
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| Now a nigga locked and I can’t find you |