| Peace to the Five Percenters, online engine inventors
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| Shout to them niggas, family men, bringin' home dinners
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| Watch out for desperate lonely women, hurt ya happy home
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| Miserable and alone, kissable, nice to bone
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| She not the type deserving of a throne
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| Her beauty is her curse, she fuck for shoes and a purse
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| Make me a movie first, can watch you on my phone
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| I shop in Barcelona, I spend some nights in Rome
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| Feel like a knight from England, that’s what I named my son: Knight
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| He was born to be one, that’s how my game was won
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| White 740 Beamer, licked by an angel’s tongue
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| I’m livin' dangerous son, she got a man, a famous one
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| Honey be pocket watchin', she got a lot of options
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| Hard to make up her mind decidin' which baller to rock with
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| Hot to death, slim pickings, but I’m not impressed
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| She got the hottest sex, so I guess I’ma just…
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| Stay
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| Even though I don’t like you, next Friday night can’t wait to fight you
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| Locked up I would knife you, don’t fuck with you
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| Last month I even bucked at you, you got locked
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| I felt bad, wait, do I got love for you?
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| I might kill you, but do I got love for you?
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| I want you dead under 6 feet of soil
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| At the same time, want you here to witness me while you in misery
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| We hate each other, but it’s love, what a thug mystery
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| Years ago they ate the heart of a slain enemy
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| We enemies, but your hatred could never enter me
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| Some seek fame cause they need validation
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| Some say hatin' is confused admiration
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| Spotlight on me, I still look twenty
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| Still get money, lady killer pushin' a Bentley
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| Maybe niggas could see too much of they failures through a nigga who realer
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| I don’t like you near bruh, but I need you to…
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| Stay |