| Damn Chose beat this *** up
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| Ain’t that DJ Chose over there
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| It look like DJ Chose
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| Yeah
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| I take you on a shopping spree
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| Buy you all new designer things
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| She wet she need a wedding ring
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| I can show you all the better things
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| Buying you them purses a Louis bag and Birkens
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| Screaming fuck them bitches losing you it ain’t worth it
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| We done beat the odds and they hate that
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| You done been my girlfriend from way back
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| Now I got no choice but to put you in a Royce
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| Or we can make love in that Maybach
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| It can’t get no better
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| She got Dior, put it on in any weather
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| Ain’t no better feeling than us two sharing together
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| I told you I stopped fucking with these bitches you can’t let em
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| Fuck ya head up
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| And our secrets that we got I ain’t telling them
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| I can’t lie you had made me fall in love wasn’t expecting that
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| You real, you get respect for that
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| My ex head was extra wack
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| And no you never stingy with that kitty, don’t make me beg for that
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| At all
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| Mmhh hmm uh mmhh hmm
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| Can you see the rain
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| Uhh huhh
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| We done beat the odds and they hate that
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| You done been my girlfriend from way back
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| Now I got no choice but to put you in a Royce
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| Or we can make love in that Maybach
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| And it was times you had gave me what I ain’t had
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| You was with me through the bad
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| You the reason that I rap
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| I just kept making you mad cuz I drilling with my man
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| I knew that you was solid when you told me wear a mask
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| Hmm hmm
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| You rode me with no condom
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| Our feelings we ain’t fumble
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| And I’m here to cure your problems
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| And my problems you gone solve them
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| I’ll put yo ass in some new shit
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| You can’t be regular we heading up to Ruth Chris
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| It can’t get no better
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| She got Dior, put it on in any weather
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| Ain’t no better feeling than us two sharing together
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| I told you I stopped fucking with these bitches you can’t let em
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| Fuck ya head up |