| Is it me or the tan range?
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| Is it the dame can’t restrain cause the man flames?
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| You’re the type a bull a little smaller with the damn rings
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| Is it she see me push the business around?
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| Is she living in a town where syringes are found?
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| Is it cause she know I’m rakin' in stupendous amounts?
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| Invite you out to the house and your friends is aroused (like wow)
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| It just couldn’t be the waiters and the catered food
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| Great booze, lake view, and a room like a Laker do
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| Just to show you what a good amount of paper do
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| The big faces he drew look like a cape would move
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| Laced with jewels, wrist, neck, chest full of ice
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| Look like you ran inside of Tiffany’s and pulled a heist
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| Where you stay inside the PJs is full of mice
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| Know it’s just me you like
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| Cut it out
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| You pulling pipe
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| There’s a limit to your love!
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| Yo, what’s the meaning to your love, Ma?
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| There’s a limit to your love!
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| Tell me the meaning to your love, Ma
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| There’s a limit to your love!
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| What’s the meaning to your love, Ma?
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| There’s a limit to your love!
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| Tell me the meaning to your love
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| Is you here for the long run?
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| Is you here for the long sums?
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| See where you at if a storm come
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| I bet you up and leave a breeze like it’s no wrong done
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| A ounce of weed a day, baby you got some strong lungs
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| But what would happen if God forbid I’m in an accident
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| Lose my two legs and my back is bent
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| And every stack sent to doctors who puttin' brackets in
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| I bet you’d say, ‘Salute captain' and go and pack your tents
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| First time I seen a chick do a backwards limp
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| I be like, What happened baby? |
| I thought G Rap your prince?
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| Shit brought you back to senses when a nigga back in rent
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| I bet you’d have a foot forward and one back to sprint
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| When it’s all gone and life no longer immaculate
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| When his pockets flat and he down in the dumps
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| The whip’s no longer thumping those sounds in the trunk
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| Now you frail n' ya' sunken like you crown a the chumps |