| Playboy bunnies laying on the couch
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| I got three sixes in my bank account
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| New toy, I think I wanna try her out
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| Out
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| Lose that dumb shit, give me what you owe me, run it
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| No discussion, grab the credit card and cut it
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| You think I’m gonna live out of it
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| Nothing to gain, nothing to lose
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| 'Cause I’m about to spend a month’s pay on cocaine
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| Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face
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| Take a motherfucking 9M to my brain
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| Put my body in designer in my coffin (coffin)
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| Chew toy, barrel laying in my mouth
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| Bon voyage, bitch, I’m heading out (bye)
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| No choice, the party drugs are running out
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| I’m freaking out (ow)
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| Lose that dumb shit, give me what you owe me, run it
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| No discussion, grab the credit card and cut it
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| You think I’m gonna live out of it
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| Nothing to gain, nothing to lose (ugh, you’re a monster)
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| 'Cause I’m about to spend a month’s pay on cocaine
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| Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend, spit in his face
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| Take a motherfucking 9M to my brain
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| Put my body in designer in my coffin (coffin)
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| (Spend a month’s pay on cocaine
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| Boyfriend, spit in his face
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| A month’s pay on cocaine
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| Boyfriend, spit in his face) |