| They say we can’t be livin' like this for the rest of our lives
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| Well, we gon' be livin' like this for the rest of tonight
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| And you know they gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives
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| So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young
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| Livin' fast now it’s all linen rags (Unn)
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| Hard headed but my top peelin' back
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| Tinted glass on my '57, nigga wit' a attitude (Me)
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| Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
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| Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
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| Mommy that’s half a million, I’m livin' la vida happy though
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| Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
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| Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
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| Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
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| Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
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| Stuntin' like we printin' money wit' machines
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| Which you see me wavin' Visorone Constantine (Unn)
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| Like Mike my spikes they all white
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| twenty fo' carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
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| Ice insured, fuck life insurance
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| I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
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| Got the club rockin' like a fuckin' boat
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| I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
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| The party over here, everybody over here
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| You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
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| Bottles over here, even spread it over there
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| All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
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| She came to party like it’s 1999
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| If she died on my dick
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| She would live through my rhymes
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| For all my young ladies that’s drivin' Miss Daisy
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| Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
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| Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
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| I don’t give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
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| I’m back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin' in Japan
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| Shoppin' in Milan, hoppin' out the van
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| Screams from the fans
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| «Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top againnn»
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| And we 'bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
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| So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
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| Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
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| And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
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| My outfit’s so disrespectful
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| You could gon' ahead and sneeze 'cause my presence blessed you
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| I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
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| Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
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| And I know it’s superficial and ya say it’s just clothes
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| But we shoppin' in that motherfucker and they just closed
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| So go ahead and just pose
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| When she walked up out the dressin' room
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| The store just froze
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| And I know, they trying to get their cool back
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| And them ghetto bitches hollin' «How you do that?"(Un)
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| So they could never say we never lived it
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| And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute
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| Peter piper pickin' peppers, Rick pitched poems
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| My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
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| When her ass is enormous
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| Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
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| Seems like we gettin' money for the wrong things
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| Look around Maseratis for the whole team
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| Look at Haiti, children dyin' 'round the clock nigga
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| I sent a hundred grand but that’s a decent watch nigga
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| I’m gettin' better 'cause it would’ve leased the drop nigga
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| I’ma get my money right just watch nigga
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| She had a miscarriage I couldn’t cry though
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| 'Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
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| (Un) I got 'em catchin' amnesia
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| Time to pull my fuckin' minks out the freezer
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| See the links and you just think Jesus
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| I’m hot till a day a day freezes
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| Young and radical, methods are mathematical
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| I multiplied my money through different avenues
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| Took many awards
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| Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
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| Ms. Afeni Shakur
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| Ice insured, fuck life insurance
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| Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
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| Still, you know the dope won’t stop
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| If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey) |