| She gon' pop it open, she gon' make it pour
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| Even though I drive a foreign, damn, I still feel poor
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| Sushi on my dinner plate, eating crème brûlée
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| Icing on that chocolate cake, that sound like the perfect date
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| She gon' pop it open, she gon' make it pour
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| Even though I drive a foreign, damn, I still feel poor
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| Sushi on my dinner plate, eating crème brûlée
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| Icing on that chocolate cake, that sound like the perfect date
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| You my lil' sailor moon, come and visit me
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| Come and kick it at the crib or you can keep on dissing me
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| I don’t really care, 'cause I’m getting to the money, but
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| Don’t you come back crawling when you seeing all these hunnids, yeah
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| You my lil' sailor moon, come and visit me
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| Come and kick it at the crib or you can keep on dissing me
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| I don’t really care, 'cause I’m getting to the money, but
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| Don’t you come back crawling when you seeing all these hunnids, yeah
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| She gon' pop it open, she gon' make it pour
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| Even though I drive a foreign, damn, I still feel poor
|
| Sushi on my dinner plate, eating crème brûlée
|
| Icing on that chocolate cake, that sound like the perfect date
|
| She gon' pop it open, she gon' make it pour
|
| Even though I drive a foreign, damn, I still feel poor
|
| Sushi on my dinner plate, eating crème brûlée
|
| Icing on that chocolate cake, that sound like the perfect date
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| Damn
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| Like the perfect date
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| Yeah, damn
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| Like the perfect date
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| Perfect date
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| Yeah
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| Fuck, fucking perfect date bullshit. |
| This is why I hate… love. |
| Fuck |