| Baby tell me what you mad for, I’ll give you everything
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| I’m always on the road working, but you my everything
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| It’s been some years now and you don’t understand me yet
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| I guess it’s time to go our separate ways
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| I got a lot of shit on my plate but maintain
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| I never brought my stress to you, you was my lady
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| But how we gon' grow if we keep goin' in circles? |
| (On the real)
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| My lifestyle alone gon' hurt you
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| I ain’t tryna hold nobody back, I got my own shit (Do yo thang)
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| Bought my momma Rollie real quick, on some grown shit
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| Every girl I had in the past was a lesson
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| Wakin' up alone everyday but I’m livin
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| Gotta step it up I need shows out in England
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| Everything not what it seem and I need millions (On god)
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| Never got the GED but the boy brilliant (Numbers)
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| Took my talent down to New York, made a killing, what’s happening
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| I know you not happy like you used to
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| But it’s better days
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| We just gotta walk away
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| But that ass so fat, smile so perfect
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| How I’m gon' leave that?
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| Had to man up, had to leave it in the past
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| Had to man up, had to leave it in the past
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| House in Atlanta, orange juice in my cabana
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| Dolce and Gabbana sandals, baby named Samantha
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| Money got longer now I got higher standards
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| I’m overseas wit it, eatin' a apple and tanning
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| Amex cards for the business expenses
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| My tax bracket different, I don’t argue with women
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| I’m tryna go vegan but I’m chasin this chicken
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| Did the stock white/gold when I took her to dinner, what’s happening
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| Baby how you doin, I really like your style
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| I like traveling and buying shit that grow in value
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| I don’t wait too much baby, I just do shit now
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| Thirty minutes, made 17 thou- (forreal)
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| Blue and black face, this the Batman edition
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| I had to walk away from the bullshit to win
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| Again, I’m back on my P’s and Q’s
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| And matter fact baby my only problem was you, what’s happening
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| I know you not happy like you used to
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| But it’s better days
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| We just gotta walk away
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| But that ass so fat, smile so perfect
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| How I’m gon' leave that?
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| Had to man up, had to leave it in the past
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| Had to man up, had to leave it in the past |