| I got it gridlocked, 2 Pac
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| 3 shots, Let it sink in
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| Hot ride outside
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| Four door, chauffeur driven
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| Here
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| I’ve got more to lose than you
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| Uuh uuh
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| Three o’clock in the morning
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| Y’all be on that other shit, but I ain’t on it
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| Tryina give me your advice, but I don’t want it
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| I’ve got things to do
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| Phone ring, I call em later
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| Just dissed this nigga for my vibrator
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| Hope you ain’t in trouble
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| Cause I can’t save you
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| No, no no no no oh
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| So, put it on my nightstand, baby
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| Can you keep it right there baby?
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| Got it on my nightstand, baby
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| Excuse me, These won’t just save me
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| Baby, please excuse my behavior
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| But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?
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| Tryna mellow out, I need to blaze up
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| Can’t wait to get my back to my nightstand
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| Right here, on my left
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| Out and rollin'
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| I guess I have to please myself
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| Hey yeah yeah
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| Tell me why I can’t feel it no more?
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| Most of y’all niggas can’t afford sleeping in my bed
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| Oh, ooh
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| That new rrari, Bugatti you rapping about, boo
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| Its levels you’re lying ain’t none of it true
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| Just being honest I promise that jewelry that you gave me
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| I never even wear it and I like Drake better than you
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| All my boss bitches know
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| So, put it on my nightstand, baby
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| Can you keep it right there baby?
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| Got it on my nightstand, baby
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| Excuse me, These potions won’t just save me
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| Baby, please excuse my behavior
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| But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?
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| I got it gridlocked, 2Pac
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| 3 shots, let it sink in
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| Hot ride outside
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| Four door, chauffeur driven, yeah
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| I’ve got more to lose than you
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Three o’clock in the morning
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| Y’all be on that other shit, but I ain’t on it
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| Tryna give me your advice, but I don’t want it
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| I’ve got things to do
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| Phone ring, I call 'em later
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| Just dissed this nigga for my vibrator
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| Hope you ain’t in trouble
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| Cause I can’t save you
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| No, no no no no oh
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| So, put it on my nightstand, baby
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| Can you keep it right there baby?
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| Got it on my nightstand, baby
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| Pills and these potions gon' save me
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| Baby, please excuse my behavior
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| But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?
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| Tryna mellow out, I need to blaze up
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| Can’t wait to get my back to my nightstand
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| Got a nigga right here on my left
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| I done rode him to death
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| Guess I gotta please myself
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| Hey-yeah, yeah
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| Tell me why I can’t feel it no more?
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| Most of y’all niggas can’t afford sleeping in my bed
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| Oh, ooh
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| That new 'Rari, Bugatti you rapping 'bout, boo
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| Boy, it’s levels, you lyin'
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| Ain’t none of it true
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| Just being honest, I promise the jewelry that you gave me
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| I never even wear it and I like Drake better than you
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| All my boss bitches know
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| So, put it on my nightstand, baby
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| Can you keep it right there baby?
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| Got it on my nightstand, baby
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| Pills and these potions gon' save me
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| Baby, please excuse my behavior
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| But can I get back the fucks that I gave you?
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| Tryna LOL out, I need to blaze up
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| Can’t wait to get my back to my nightstand
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| (Hold up!)
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| Uh!
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| Wish these niggas knew me better
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| Tryna tell me who I had in my bed
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| Poppin' Percocets by the two
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| You ain’t talking money, keep it movin'
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| Every time I come around
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| Here’s a, here’s another lie on the cover
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| Are they friends? |
| Or just fuckin'?
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| You know something gonna come from it
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| These petty bitches lyin', they don’t know bout me
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| You can be a player 'bout it
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| And tell me to my face, what you say about me?
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| Can’t spend another day on it
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| Save it for The Shade Room
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| Oh ooh oh
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| Put it on my nightstand, baby
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| Oh ooh uuh uuh
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| Put it on my nightstand
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| Put it on my nightstand, baby
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| Put it on my nightstand
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| Put it on my nightstand, baby |