| No one wants to die alone
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| They don’t wanna miss the show
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| It’s funny time missed us both
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| We all got time when we will go
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| Don’t seem to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| They know she’s mine 'cause I rule her
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| She says he does fine but I’m cooler
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| I got way more diamonds than your jeweler
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| All my girls dress like they work at Hooters
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| First I get my racks and then I backpack
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| No, I don’t subtract, I might just add that
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| Get it on my own, no, you can’t tax that
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| This that under the table, you can’t track that
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| Put money ahead and I move with the brick
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| But I do not need a toaster
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| Diamond, water, I’m the boatster
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| Pull up right there in the roadster
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| She ain’t want me, I was so hurt
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| I was broke just like Joe Dirt
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| Where you from, throw it up, nigga
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| I’m from the lowest part of Earth
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| No one wants to die alone
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| They don’t wanna miss the show
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| It’s funny time missed us both
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| We all got time when we will go
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| Don’t seem to be over
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| Now it seems to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| Over you, yeah
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| I got two so you know that I can lose ya
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| Moving my savages, you know my boys 'gone shoot, yeah
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| Came to the club on my solo tryna groove, yeah
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| Just keep on walking, it is nothing just to prove, yeah
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| Oh, yeah his diamonds fake, he can’t fool us
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| You know it’s Christian Dior all up on my shoes, yeah
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| White stripes on the arm of my tie, brown suit, ah
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| You know I pull up and I got my tootah
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| You know that I don’t go nowhere without my ruler
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| You know everything that I said was for the mula
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| I swear that me and your love’s dad called the movers
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| No one wants to die alone
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| They don’t wanna miss the show
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| It’s funny time missed us both
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| We all got time when we will go
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| Don’t seem to be over
|
| Seems to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| Seems to be over
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| Put money ahead and I move with the brick
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| But I do not need a toaster
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| Diamond, water, I’m the boatster
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| Pull up right there in the roadster
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| She ain’t want me, I was so hurt
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| I was broke just like Joe Dirt
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| Where you from, throw it up nigga
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| I’m from the lowest part of Earth
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| I told that girl pull up her skirt
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| I am so high that I don’t wear no shirt
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| Talk about me, you fuck 'round go get murked
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| Reject your bitch with my dick when she jerk
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| I hit it first, Lil Uzi Vert
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| Know I stay on alert
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| Know I stay on alert
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| Know I stay on alert |