| She said, «Quit with the cigarettes.»
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| I said, «Please.»
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| I’m popping on the internet
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| Did you get the memo? |
| Don’t disrespect
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| I ain’t your man baby, we gon' split the check
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| You just let me smash, you ain’t gimme neck
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| Don’t you got cash? |
| What do you expect?
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| You work at a law firm, uptown
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| And you acting like you don’t give a fuck now
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| You a hypocrite, what now?
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| And you wonder why, wonder why I’m emotionally shut down
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| Yeah, you only fucking with me, huh, cause you know I’m gonna pop off
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| And the only way you get your rocks off
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| Is fucking a rock star
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| Yeah I got trust issues
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| You wonder why I can’t fuck with you
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| Why I’m not so in love with you
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| Girl, go figure
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| Yeah, had the love of my life and somehow even that didn’t take flight
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| My mom says I want too much from this world, too much too much and I think
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| she’s right
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| Her boy in his mid-twenties
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| With a lil' money
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| Nah for real, I only need a lil' money
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| Find it a lil' funny that you actin' a lil' funny
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| With a straight face on
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| Straight up make up all caked on
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| Wait up, a K cup won’t take long
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| But odds are by then you’ll be gone
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| So, so bye-bye, so bye-bye, so bye-bye
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| I got ass way before rap
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| Just icing on the cake
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| You that’s a fact
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| Girl I just got icing for that cake
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| I guess I’m not the one you want
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| I guess I’m not the one you need
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| I know I’m not the one you want
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| I know I’m not
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| Because I just wanna drink and smoke and make a lotta fuckin' money
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| Wanna drink and smoke and make a lotta fuckin' money
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| Wanna drink and smoke and fuckin' make a lotta fuckin' money
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| I know it’s so shallow, but I ain’t into acting funny
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| No no, no no
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| Oh, took over to taco bell
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| 'Magine how my driver felt
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| Spend money that I don’t have all the time
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| Like how the fuck I’m not gon' sell
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| Come along, I’ll let you splurge
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| You can get yourself a nacho shell
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| I don’t pop the pills but I got the tills and tell the world
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| Girl this your song
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| You always want me to write you on, didn’t you
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| Even now I told you ‘bout a million times
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| I’mma retell you what I’m meant to do
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| While you spend weekends in a shitty ass club with your girlfriends drinking on
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| Pinnacle
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| I’mma be workin' real late in the studio
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| Making history, that’s what I’m finna do
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| I don’t use fin' that much
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| But I meant that much when I said it
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| All ya’ll talkin' that sideways shit…
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| Well, you might as well dead it
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| I don’t know what I’m thinking
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| Sittin' here in the Lincoln
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| Drinkin' in the Lincoln
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| Brenton ridin' shotty got the whole car stinkin'
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| Might as well do this once
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| While we’re still young
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| So we could still have an excuse for being so dumb, see |