| Uhh… yeah yeah
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| Uhh… cmon
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| Yo… Uhh
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| I keep a tale of loss and prevail
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| See many men will try but most men will fail
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| To get this pretty cat with motor in her tail
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| She drove nice cars and boats she would sail
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| Yacht trips and stock tips, she got this
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| See, she ain’t even bothered unless it’s 'bout chips
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| Not talkin' new money, but that old money rich
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| A bangin'-ass body with them gold-getter lips, and-ah
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| You won’t catch her up in V.I.P.;
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| You won’t catch her at your job as a secretary
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| She? |
| at the bars and tryin' break a?
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| He wanna break it down, not knowin' what’s the cause
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| The late night sweats and soon the wife gon' know
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| What really did happen on nights home alone
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| She get the tape and scream harassment, attorney settled n' cashin'
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| Damn she cold for that one
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| So cold (so cold), so cold (so cold)
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| That’s cold (that's cold), that’s cold (that's cold)
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| So cold (so cold), she cold (she cold)
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| That’s cold (that's cold), cold world (cold world)
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| That’s cold (so cold), so cold (so cold)
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| You cold (she cold), she cold (that's cold)
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| That’s cold (so cold), so cold (so cold)
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| So cold (so cold), cold world (cold world)
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| I keep a tale of money, sex, and greed
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| This girl is at the crib, not gettin' what she need
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| He gettin' that paper and he buying nice things
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| But time is of the essence and the grind brings lessons
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| Cuz while he on the clock, his homeboy’ll leave a message on his cellphone
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| talkin' 'bout how he neglected
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| A snake nigga, who always thought he was better
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| So he covered in his car, his wife house in cheddar
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| But always shook his hand like «We in this shit together.»
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| So when things got strange, you thought? |
| would never
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| The late night sweats and soon ol' boy finna know
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| What really did happen while he was at work gone
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| He get home, put the key in the door
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| Not ready for the shock in which he was in store
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| The worst thing he could’ve imagined, his boy hittin' it from the back
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| Damn you cold for that one
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| I keep a tale of joy turned to pain
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| He worked on a job that stressed him insane
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| He still worked hard and never once complained
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| So the boss slacked off and took all accolades
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| Promotions, the bonuses, you know the biz
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| But never once mentioned what his best worker did
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| His feet up on the table, he sat back and chilled
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| If he ever caught heat,? |
| could roll downhill
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| But either way, his best worker got his
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| So the unemployment rate got him stuck where he is
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| Cuz he don’t wanna make no waves
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| So he say «okay' and do the job with a smile on his face
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| The all day sweatin'; |
| soon the worker gonna learn
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| The corporate world don’t give a damn; |
| he got burned
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| They laid him off to save some cash and the boss never got his back,
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| but got a bonus
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| Now your the coldest |