| Midnight rush with a pen in my hand
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| Thinkin linking singin script with a fan
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| Remembering me before we began
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| Sometimes I felt so deaf in the jam
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| But the ones who loved me told me to stop
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| Like homegirl can’t get jitter for drop-
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| A superwoman chick you know that I am Some shit don’t fly by me in a man
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| Cuz I do not accept any less
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| than someone just as real, as fabulous
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| chours
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| Don’t want no paper gangsta
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| Won’t sign away my life to Someone whos got the flavor
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| But don’t have no follow through-
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| Don’t want no paper gangsta
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| Won’t sign no monkey papers
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| I dont do funny business
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| Not interested in fakers
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| Don’t want no paper gangsta
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| oh ohhhh
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| Don’t want no paper gangsta
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| oh ohhhh
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| Don’t want no paper gangsta
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| Cuz something so shiny to start
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| Want me to sign there
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| on your range rover heart
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| I’ve heard it before.
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| Yeah, the dinners were nice
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| 'till your diamond words melted into some ice
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| You should have been around
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| to the beat of my song
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| Mr. california paper gangsta raw
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| I’m looking for love, not an empty page
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| Full of stuff that means nothing
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| but you pimpin’ladies
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| I do not accept any less
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| than someone just as real, as fabulous
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| chours
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