| Good girl, good girl
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| Can I get you inna my world, my world?
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| Wait another minute, let me clean up
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| Fresh in my Adidas
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| Greet you at the door before we meet up
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| Thinking I’mma figure it out
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| I’m livin' it now, I’m multiplicatin', I’m playin' it loud
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| I take the remainder of everything that we’ve been doing until you belittle it
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| down
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| But fuck it, cause if we end up bein' lonely
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| I know I can count on all my homies
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| So we goin' from one, these were the days that we had to run
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| Tell them to play and they get their gun
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| And if they shoot down the sky, they all run and hide
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| But I’ll be here waitin' for all of my friends who were by my side
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| And when it ends it was you and I, why can’t we all win together?
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| All these lucky numbers, they’re never discovered
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| Just one in a million
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| These lucky numbers show what we’re made of
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| We’re scratching the paper
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| No it’s never paid off, but my number will come
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| Bad girl, bad girl
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| Can I get you inna my world, my world?
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| Wait another minute let me wake up
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| Get some weed to break up
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| And I don’t even smoke on most occasions
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| I been thinking about
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| Crushing some pills, taking them down
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| Get us some drinks and making the rounds
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| Do anything just to get your attention
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| I’ll even go home and be eating you out
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| Fuck it, you know I’m kidding about it mostly
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| Only thing I count on is my homies
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| And you can be the one for me when the other numbers aren’t adding up
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| I’ve been thinking about you, thinking about you
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| And we can be like two digits, cause ain’t no one equivalent to you
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| Imma hit it like oooh, hit it like oooh |