| She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood
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| She got me doing all I can
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| The way her dress be blowing in the wind
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| She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in
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| (It's a bust)
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| My bitch look good so they call me Hollywood
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| Berate me: rebel, rebel — though I think they wish they could
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| Figured they got me around that collar, geeza, I wish it would
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| All right, all Dwight, all white, what’s good?
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| They open man, reliving they oxygen (?)
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| My man Montana had me slanging through the tropics man
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| I told him my issues, ask how to get in issues
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| Sent me home with a gift, a few bricks from his igloos
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| And now I’m back from the future, stopping at my doorway
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| Cookbook from Virginia, honey let me explain
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| Jeezy said it was easy, jiggman the same thing
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| Trust this, take a sniff, take a second, taste a drip, drip
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| She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood
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| She got me doing all I can
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| The way her dress be blowing in the wind
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| She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in
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| (It's a bust)
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| (Gold weighs so much more than this)
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| Back to the feature, break the sutures on your septum
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| Alleviate the deviated nature and we’ll wreck them
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| Latch key kit, feel the drip, licking pussy lips
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| Bitches all around me wiggling hips
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| Feel the chop, time just stops
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| Roll another tuna baby, suck that shit up
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| Bag of skull and crushed up bones
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| But the bathroom line is just too long
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| Girly walk with me so we can feed the greed
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| Lurking in the alley, see the lead
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| One hand, one kitty, other feeling on me
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| I’m gonna stick it in the chickenhead cause shit ain’t free
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| And I’m, waiting for my man
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| Secret shake, wait, exchange hands
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| So leave? |
| DeLorean baby, unless unhighly I’m right
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| And ease me my, puts in the Benjamin Franks (?)
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| They going deep through trenches, blasting Charlie’s April bitches (?)
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| Also stop and keep them waiting picture (?)
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| Imma miss these niggas, jeez
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| Several mime a gooda (?)
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| Hungry belly, full like Buddha
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| You said we was alone, who’s the intruder?
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| She got me dreaming like a Michigan boy in Hollywood
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| She got me doing all I can
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| The way her dress be blowing in the wind
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| She looks cold, but warm enough to dip my pinky in
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| (It's a bust)
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| Society high in Lady Snow
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| Society high in caviar
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| Once in Belize (?)
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| Is poised for release |