| Uh-huh, yeah hah
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| Never sprung huh?
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| Jigga, Roc-A-Fella y’all
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| Never sprung huh?
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| Yeah, peep the repertoire
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| Papas, feel me on this one
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| Papas, feel this
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| Never sprung huh? |
| Know my style
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| I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches
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| Rough bitches, don’t matter, you my bitches
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| Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches
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| Can’t knock your hustle for real, it’s aight bitches
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| I’m game tight, see it all through the platinum French frames
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| With the French name, in the same night
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| Pull you and your tight friend
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| Lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in
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| You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R
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| Sexin' in a Lexus car
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| Match wits with the best of y’all, the rest of y’all
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| Is like veg-etables in my presence, check it
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| Reminiscin' to nothin' you ever heard
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| Iceberg Slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs
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| Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred
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| Get money like I’m down South, Wednesday the third, it’s on
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| More, dough to get, more shows to rip
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| I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit?
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| Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
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| More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
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| Can’t scheme on 'em, Roc-A-Fella got a team on 'em
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| Chicks dream on him, trick cream on him
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| Lose it when dudes think it’s just music
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| Lean on 'em, flash green on 'em and diamond rings on 'em
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| Sexin' around the way girls down to miras
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| I’m somethin' every girl gotta have like Levi’s
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| Chiquita, mi amor, see how raw
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| You can love me or hate me, either or
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| I’ma stay winnin', rock the custom drop Bentleys
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| Never eat at Denny’s and party like Lil' Penny
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| Can he live? |
| Trick or main chick but if she leave
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| Just as quick, Indian give, ha-hah
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| Now what I look like? |
| Givin' a chick half my trap
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| Like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I’m havin' that
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| You be the same chick when you leave me
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| The bankbook and the credit cards
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| And take everything you came with (it's on)
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| More, dough to get, more shows to rip
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| I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit?
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| Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
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| More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
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| You know the move’s major, never minor
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| 'Cause when you a true player, they never find ya
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| We takin' trips abroad with chicks from afar
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| Down in the grill in the villa, gettin' iller
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| Never know I’m at the resort, readin' to Robb Re-pes-ort
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| Checkin' out this new wine, inhalin' the cork
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| Million miles from the puddles, the rainy days, the tussles
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| Reign in ways to hustle, so we won’t get caught
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| Had beef of all sort but I turned it around
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| Chose my steps more wisely, I’m learnin' the ground
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| I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound
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| Now it’s million dollar deals, (straight) turnin' 'em down
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| Roc-A-Fella make or break me, 'til death do us
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| Won’t be in your right mind, you ever step to us
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| Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there
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| Then I realized that it didn’t make sense there
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| Backtrack, show me where the cash at
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| And plus, frivolous beef, please, we looking past that
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| Y’all can gossip while we learnin' the world
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| Drop the hot shit, never returnin' your girl, it’s on
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| More, dough to get, more shows to rip
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| I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit?
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| Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
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| More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
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| More, dough to get, more shows to rip
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| I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit?
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| Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
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| More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
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| More, dough to get, more shows to rip
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| I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit?
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| Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
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| More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
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| More, dough to get, more shows to rip
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| I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit?
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| Frozen wrists and it’s flows that’s sick
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| More 0's than you know exist, bitch who you wit?
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| Fucka!
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| Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millennium
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| Recognize, realize, it’s on
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| Roc-A-Blok y’all, ahh
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| Laughin, it’s on |