He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
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He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
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He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
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You won't get fat in a day
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I'm pouring the shit out with Sav
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You got the bitches, harem
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They are all fake like Karen
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The bitch still knows, keep doing better, you're not real
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We are born that way
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Look for you everywhere, on the corner, at work
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While doing what you like
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Don't let your sleep rest
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When you keep messing with it
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Fuck strangers' faces, they all disappear like steam
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Don't roll down the windows when I drive the hood
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Who knows who we are anyway...
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Say that work ennobles, that work brings happiness
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Then she brought me a pussy but I'm still going the way you're supposed to go |
Coffee in the afternoon
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White lines for dinner
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Dealers have the job
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Hustlers count envy
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He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
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He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
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He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
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They'll find us somewhere anyway, the fucking Five-O
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We are still in the pulpits in rags that would buy you a pie
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We had dreams, we still have them
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You can't snore like shit
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You have to go forward like a badass
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Destroying those cripplings like rum
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And no-I like it when you talk shit
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We're from the 90s heyday as cunts
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When I was little, I probably just stared
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Now I'm big and you're staring like a nobody
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If you want to make money |
Make a knapsack prize
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And then the bangs come on their own, almost washing you
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Rappers fake henna, but I don't care
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Damn the west you almost have for that woman
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He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
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My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
|
He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
|
My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
|
Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake
|
He says no, I say yes, I pump all day
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Tell me why, we want the cash, more I want the cash
|
My phone rings, I say no-I can hear them stab me
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Machines are everywhere, boys know that, but they are fa-a-ake |