| I’m so alive with you, baby
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| You blow my mind, baby
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| You blow my mind, baby, baby
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| I push a button, the car will disappear
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| The candies they pop out, baby let’s put it in the air
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| Dippin' in the 7 all black Copper’s hating my style
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| Cause I don’t chase a pack, my money coming in piles
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| Quick to buy, better yet, cut the check, it don’t matter
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| As long as my pockets is getting fatter, had her, even had her friends too
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| Baby I’m the dog give me room, That queezy get me in the mood
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| With my nigga Charles, that be Charlie, probably looking at my life
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| Running from the authorities 'bout to go to trial, got a trial, cause this
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| child’s
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| Straight baby momma say she needs me, now she wouldn’t need me
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| Say she out on these streets, cloggin' up the lame baby, they…
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| Be loving you out in Japan, sent some bitches back, said they was wavy
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| Made em fly home on the Lear, baby let’s get up outta here north pole!
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| I’ll be just fine…
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| Mommy like my style…
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| She said: «I'm never gonna let you go…»
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| She said: «You're cold as the north pole»
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| Stunting was never a habit for me
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| I just happened to be, in the places
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| You imagining be, Strange people chasin' after me
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| Actually half of what I see, doesn’t even matter to me
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| I rap for peace, of mind when I shatter a beat
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| Laugh at the weak tryna man up, stand up against me
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| Till I act like a beast, then they clam up
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| I don’t need a hammer, I’m something they can’t touch
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| Real niggas say my music they a fan of
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| «Charles your flow is so damn nuts»
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| You looking for a track? |
| then hook up a pack
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| I can go to Brooklyn and back with a back pack
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| Fuck a hatch back, me and Max getting smacked
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| Riding around in a black ac and he said he got some clips
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| If you cats act, but I’m chilling, living what I write
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| And grinning, I’m in the best position of my life
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| Owwwwwwww… (Haha)
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| I’ll be just fine…
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| Mommy like my style…
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| She said: «I'm never gonna let you go…»
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| She said: «You're cold as the north pole»
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| Take me to the sky…
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| Make me wanna fly…
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| So look me in the eyes…
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| And tell me I ain’t fly…
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| Take me to the sky…
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| Make me wanna fly…
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| So look me in the eyes…
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| And tell me I ain’t fly…
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| (I ain’t fly)
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| Take me to the sky…
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| (I'll be just fine…)
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| Make me wanna fly…
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| (Mommy like my style…)
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| So look me in the eyes…
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| (She said: «I'm never gonna let you go…»)
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| And tell me I ain’t fly…
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| (She said: «You're cold as the north pole»)
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| Take me to the sky…
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| (I'll be just fine…)
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| Make me wanna fly…
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| (Mommy like my style…)
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| So look me in the eyes…
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| (She said: «I'm never gonna let you go…»)
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| And tell me I ain’t fly…
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| (She said: «You're cold as the north pole») |