| Princess, know you’re an empress
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| Tryna catch your interest
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| Show you that I’m interested
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| Money and my time both invested
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| Infrared ting when we connecting
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| Wag wan pudding, wanna do things I wouldn’t, doing things you shouldn’t
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| Grab you by your mmm, what’s good good looking?
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| Grab you by your bosoms and say 'sorry' cause I shouldn’t
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| Excuse me madam you don’t know me from Adam
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| I’m the captain of the ship and baby you can be my passion
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| Good sex, symptoms of love in the moments
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| We lipsync, fixated, while you’re taking pictures
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| Buy you flowers, pissing in the wind
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| Turn on the sprinklers then you haven’t caught my drift yet
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| Moments could be picturesque, you could be my Mrs
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| I’m busy chasing queen heads, motivated infant
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| Tryna take everything that I own
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| I never had nothing I could call my own
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| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing
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| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on…
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| Tryna take everything that I own
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| I never had nothing I could call my own
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| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing
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| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on…
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| Brothers, no one knows me better
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| Your not any other brudda, your my bruddas till we dead off
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| Never had no judgment, love you till your fed up
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| Focus on cheddar, but I nothing lesser
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| Got the pew pew
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| Matching gloves, they leather
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| Ralph Lauren shoes too, Hydraulic press
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| No pressure, extraordinary measures
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| Designer bags on our backs
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| Miles your dog was on crow, you can blame me for that
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| Why’s my dolls up in my smoke with my bros in my pad?
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| Lewis pulled me out the whole and I ain’t coming back
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| It’s been time since we smoked, but I got plenty room on my back
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| Tryna take everything that I own
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| I never had nothing I could call my own
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| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing
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| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on…
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| Tryna take everything that I own
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| I never had nothing I could call my own
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| Coin in a wishing well I keep on throwing
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| I keep on throwing, I keep on throwing, I keep on…
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| Never had nothing I could call my own
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| Never had nothing I could call my own
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| Never had nothing I could call my own
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| Brr, Kwesington the 1st baby |