| Oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| (Did Sean John make this?)
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| QRN
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| (Xclusive made it)
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| Piano sound like a violin
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| I think it’s time to leave the town, too much violence
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| I know you not gon' hold me down, so close my door, bitch, you ain’t riding
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| I blew my past off, then frowned, it’s very rare you catch me smiling
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| And I been tryna keep my head on a swivel
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| Perfect timing, that Audemars Piguet, I wanna give her
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| Fifty thousand, I done spent on Mike Amiri denim
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| On some fly shit, 'til they kill me, I’ma rock out with my niggas
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| This shit getting deeper, backseat of that Rolls-Royce sliding
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| I got nothing but some hurt and pain from these diamonds
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| Twenty thousand on a chain, don’t get stained 'cause that mine, bitch
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| I’m steady swerving lane to lane, hand on that flame, I’ma die with it
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| Girl, how you treat me I’m average when I treat you like you perfect?
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| We knock down buildings, 9/11, murder she wrote all in cursive
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| Ask how I’m feeling, brand new Birkin, lil' shorty don’t even deserve it
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| Girl, you can get it 'cause I got it, the only reason I purchase
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| It’s late night, geeked up off the Addy, two double cups got me swerving
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| I’m working, 2:50 in the morning, birds chirping
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| My nigga told me I’m tripping 'cause I’m the reason that you leveled up
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| Just tryna find out what I’m missing, the reason that I sip double cups
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| No, you don’t love me like the way I love you
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| I look around, it ain’t no one to trust
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| I swear, it’s times that I get tired of thugging
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| That’s just my pride, but I don’t feel like fuck you
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| I’m just speaking on my life, this ain’t make believe
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| I can see it in your eyes, you ain’t made for me
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| I’m hurting myself, helping everyone else
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| I guess it’s time I put an end to it, oh, oh
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| So my Glock on the shelf
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| I just got off the phone with lil' shorty, first thing she asked me what I been
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| doing, I said
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| And I been tryna keep my head on a swivel
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| Perfect timing, that Audemars Piguet, I wanna give her
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| Fifty thousand, I done spent on Mike Amiri denim
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| On some fly shit, 'til they kill me, I’ma rock out with my niggas
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| This shit getting deeper, backseat of that Rolls-Royce sliding
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| I got nothing but some hurt and pain from these diamonds
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| Twenty thousand on a chain, don’t get stained 'cause that mine, bitch
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| I’m steady swerving lane to lane, hand on that flame, I’ma die with it
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| Pull up with the Jeep, riding with my heat, mmm
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| I just want a streets
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| I just really, really want a bitch who out for me, yeah, yeah
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| Shorty say that I give that straight D-O-P-E, yeah
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| How I’ma put that codeine down when I ain’t got no one to lean on?
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| It’s hard to see it in your face when you around like you don’t fiend for me
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| Damn, that pussy wet like water and I love it when she cream on me
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| So her neck filled up with water, I don’t never wanna leave 'em
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| True Religion, Mari, you look better with them jeans on
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| Fendi, Gucci, Prada, I done spent like fifty G’s on
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| Off in the gym like Coach Carter, no Michael Jordan, shoot above the rim
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| The same one love I got for daughter the same one love that I got for Lul Tim
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| My heart filled with fire, I need you to come and heal me
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| I’m so in love with Jakiyah, but she’s so young that she don’t feel me
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| You labeled me as a liar, but I’m like how? |
| 'Cause this the real me
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| Right on my side, I keep fire 'cause I can’t let nobody steal me
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| And I been tryna keep my head on a swivel
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| Perfect timing, that Audemars Piguet, I wanna give her
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| Fifty thousand, I done spent on Mike Amiri denim
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| On some fly shit, 'til they kill me, I’ma rock out with my niggas
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| This shit getting deeper, back seat of that Rolls-Royce sliding
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| I got nothing but some hurt and pain from these diamonds
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| Twenty thousand on a chain, don’t get stained 'cause that mine, bitch
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| I’m steady swerving lane to lane, hand on that flame, I’ma die with it |