| Get money
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| Who’s that-who's that creeping in my-
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| Who- who’s that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience?
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| Yeah
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s-who's that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s-who's that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was
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| Bitch, chain swangin', still empty, fuck it
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| Hoes choosin', still empty, fuck it
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| I don’t even like Henny, fuck it
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| Night ridin', still drinkin', duck it
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| Skydivers, loose cannons, 'cause it’s
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| Real addicts, full timers, cousins
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| Close range, Range Rover, stuff it
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| Don’t,
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s-who's that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s-who's that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was
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| Intriguing, soundtrack it, perfect
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| Soul searchin', no purpose, purchase
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| Big addict, been starvin', thirsty
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| Still greedy, don’t tease me, serve it
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| I’m drivin' to the beat
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| Top down, loud sound, see me creep
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| Smoke a pound, smoke a pound, look at me
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| I need, need everything in my dreams
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| And what we preach?
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| My niggas think I’m loco
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| Don’t tell Rashad, he’s a star on the low though
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| And raising bars like the bar on the pogo
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| I’m selling art, sell it soon by the mogul, at the dojo
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s-who's that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s-who's that? |
| Who’s that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s that-who's that fucking with my conscience? |
| I said
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| Who’s that creeping in my window?
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| Who’s that-who's that fucking with my conscience? |
| I was |