| Yeah
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| It’s for your love that we do this
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| Yeah, we do it for you
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| For your love, some of you women, you have no clue
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| Everything that a real man do
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| We do it for you
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| It’s for your love that we do this
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| Yeah, we do it for you
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| Yeah, the line wrapped around the building
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| Like the bow on a gift box
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| Skinny jeans, small tees, Jordans and thrift socks
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| The chicks rock yoga pants, sweaters and smag scarfs
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| And congregate at clubs, coffee shops and the dog parks
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| It all starts late, people wait at the gate
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| The gate-keeper think we ain’t equal, security hate people
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| And straight treat you like Three Stacks, an OutKast
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| Those with clout pass, the rest fork out cash
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| As you enter the spot, temperature’s hot
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| Young ballers spending infinite gwap, pimpin' the plot
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| Sip when they pop the bottles, put your tip in the pot
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| Or let the brown liquor hitcha, burn a spliff and then watch
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| The way the gal dem a wine up her body like so
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| And the mon dem a love how she party like whoa
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| It’s ladies night
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| That’s baby momma or maybe wife
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| Lookin' for love in these crazy lights like that?
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| Yeah, we do it for you
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me
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| High as can be
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| High as can be
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| Your love is killing me |