| No time baby you gon' live it like a holiday
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| Anytime they give it ya, they gon' take it all away
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| Baby its the same game, cuffin you around the wrist
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| It ain’t no surprise what you sweatin prolly counterfeit
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| No time baby you gon' live it like a holiday
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| Anytime they give it ya, they gon' take it all away
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| Baby its the same game, cuffin you around the wrist
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| It ain’t no surprise what you sweatin prolly counterfeit
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| Hatin, when they see me on me grind
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| Instead of puttin work you out there livin with the swine
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| Truth is it ain’t workin then you need to redesign
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| Boy your fate already written time to read between the lines
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| I’m frank, wit cha, listen I ain’t talkin ocean
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| Got me feeling roped in, and I ain’t even spoken
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| You all bring guns but I’m filling them with roses
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| Now you feeling split like the Red Sea feeling Moses
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| Hey man listen when you see me round the way
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| Seen your full potential, I’mma pump it through your vein
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| I know you a child but the trial you overcame
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| Time to pull out all your cards and charge it to the game, now
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| No time baby you gon' live it like a holiday
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| Anytime they give it ya, they gon' take it all away
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| Baby its the same game, cuffin you around the wrist
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| It ain’t no surprise what you sweatin prolly counterfeit
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| No time baby you gon' live it like a holiday
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| Anytime they give it ya, they gon' take it all away
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| Baby its the same game, cuffin you around the wrist
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| It ain’t no surprise what you sweatin prolly counterfeit
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| Aye, what she sweatin' prolly counterfeit
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| Hundreds, fifties, and twenties
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| And all above ain’t so grounded get
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| Credit holders anonymous
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| Credit calling the ottoman
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| All above like an ornament
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| Baby girl you a flounder fish
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| Bottom feeder with confidence
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| Constantly shifting continents
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| Always extra like condiments
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| Argument? |
| I could count on it
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| Counter it till i conquer it
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| Baby girl you so counterfeit
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| But you cuffin around the wrist
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| And I don’t think this cuff is really sweatin prolly counterfeit
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| Hey, got some arguments, well I’mma count on it
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| Hey, black suburban from suburbia she ain’t fond of it
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| She a bottom feeder, girl thats a flounder fish
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| No time baby you gon' live it like a holiday
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| Anytime they give it ya, they gon' take it all away
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| Baby its the same game, cuffin you around the wrist
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| It ain’t no surprise what you sweatin prolly counterfeit
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| No time baby you gon' live it like a holiday
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| Anytime they give it ya, they gon' take it all away
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| Baby its the same game, cuffin you around the wrist
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| It ain’t no surprise what you sweatin prolly counterfeit |