| Yeah, uh
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| It’s the mothafuckin'…
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| Well I’m back on the scene
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| Better than red everything
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| Gold teeth in my mouth, still look clean
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| Chasin' one dream, that’s a dream about a dollar
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| We can go dota, I only want her 'til tomorrow
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| Bringin' that phonk back because you make wanna, wanna, wanna
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| I wanna smoke some marijuana with cha boi
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| Bitch you is for the drama
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| But save it for yo' momma cause nobody want no problem
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| I just want a bitch with nice round bottom
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| Drop top whip, but my shoes all autumn
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| Fee said get em' so I got em'
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| Rollin' blunts fatter than yo mama
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| Check like Osama, eatin' Benihana
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| I just wanna live, live, live, like a baller
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| Pop, pop, pop, my motherfuckin' collar
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| Who ya follow? |
| When I hit, I bet she swallow
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| Oh, baby, I know you see me shinin'
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| Money keep on piling'
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| Got this way from grindin', grindin'
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| Oh, baby I just want it all
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| Paintings on my wall
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| Car phone in my car, car
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| Oh, baby, I know you see me shinin'
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| Money keep on piling'
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| Got this way from grindin', grindin'
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| Oh, baby I just want it all
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| Paintings on my wall
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| Car phone in my car, car
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| Well I’m back on the scene, didn’t have to use a triple beam
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| To make sure I stay wealthy, get moolah and live serene
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| Medulla oblongata projectin' all of my dreams
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| Escape the only fate that awaits when out of my sleep
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| Really reality, vanishin' vanity
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| And your eyes are not meant to be
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| Get you wetter than manatees, oh please
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| Give a round of applause to God
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| The squad lookin' like angels where the devil has broadened my heart
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| I play a organ donor, skeletons in the closet get amazed by the boner,
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| now I want her forever
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| Simply I’m like a Nebuchadnezzar
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| She the queen to my kingdom and yeah she keep my Beretta
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| In the desert, I turn back the sands of time
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| In that alcoholic river servin' cocaine lines
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| I’m runnin' through the city like America’s most
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| You won’t know who’s in the phantom so consider me ghost
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| Women suckin' like vampires with they ego they stroke
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| Prolly catch a heart attack with the weed that I smoke
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| Tours, I don’t feel like a tourist, leader not a tourist
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| Party with the Mormons, hasta luego outta the mornin', damn!
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| Hasta mañana, señorita dominicana
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| Crashin' the pussy
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| Baila La Bamba, off marijuana, tight, anaconda
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| Oh, baby! |