| Queen of the cabaret
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| Dancin' the night away
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| You can tell this is her favorite song
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| Where she’s from is hard to say
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| Haitian born in Montego Bay
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| Hopped the plane and never made it back home
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| Found a way to new LA
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| Cause she’s attracted to to bright lights and foreign cars
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| She never planned to fall in love
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| No she just plannin' on findin' a movie star
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| Playin' a part
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| Well tonight she got her eyes on me
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| She know I like what I see
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| I need to quit before I’m in too deep
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| But I’m right where she wants me to be
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| She don’t even wanna know my name
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| These new LA girls are all the same
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| Paakaveli in this
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| Sun settin' by and sweet fries and grilled fish, yeah
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| You say you wanna stay for a little while
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| But tell me how long I’ll front you
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| You say «we got the best weather year round»
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| Well tell me something that I don’t know
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| You tryna match your face to the music
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| You just preoccupied with the baseline groovin'
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| You’d rather run around for a nigga with a fluke hit
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| But when I press play you be like «hold up that’s yo shit?»
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| I got melodies, I’m Teddy P with the kettlebells
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| Never had no promethazine
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| Born and raised in the city where they built yo dreams around dont front and
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| keep it real
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| Tonight she got her eyes on me
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| She know I like what I see
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| I need to quit before I’m in too deep
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| But I’m right where she wants me to be
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| She don’t even wanna know my name
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| These new LA girls are all the same
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| Woah
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| Fed up with these LA bitches only lookin' for the cheddar and cheese
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| There be so many bad ones
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| I’m honest I had me one
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| But then she started tweakin'
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| So like Bella Hadid
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| I Had to stop fuckin' on the weekend
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| Speakin' of the other broads that runnin' behind cars
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| And brothers who mothers is hopin' soon they gon' be stars
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| These chickens want grey poupon and tar tars
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| Like that shit make you different
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| You was who you was fo' you got here word to Jay
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| I’m just a little Carolina nigga who don’t play
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| They only hard on the top layer creme brulee
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| So please dog don’t pretend today, we’ll win today
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| Cause if my niggas double back and pull a Mac-10 you like
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| Ummm, How the Hindu’s pray
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| Cause a nigga came to play
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| Came to play today
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| Please don’t fuck around
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| Man why we take the murder route
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| Shouldn’t we be worried bout
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| Niggas dyin', niggas dyin'
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| Or we could just not say shit
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| And take the Cam Newton scary route
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| But girl you could be the one who takin' me by surprise
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| «LA might not be all that bad» replies the thighs
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| I got a position I thought maybe you could fit it
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| Tell me if you wit it don’t stop get it get it
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| She don’t even wanna know my name
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| These new LA girls are all the same |