| You know what you want
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| Better get your line
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| Who’s got the keys to my car
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| I wanna be where you are
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| I know, I know
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| Let’s make this money like Olsons
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| Well, more like Big or Orson Welles
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| Real n*gga with stories to tell
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| 106 got souls for sale
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| Hasids on my kosher dill
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| I took New York like Cloverfield
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| Now I want to go west (Like Kanye?)
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| I was thinking more Cornell
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| Groupies throw their goodies like
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| Pennies down the wishing well
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| Think they know me cause they saw me
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| With my d*ck out in the Sofitel
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| Bless my mic and hold it well
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| B*tch come be my Vicki Vale
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| The only thing PG 'bout me is Tofer
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| F*ck the world for real
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| How hip hop dying
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| I ain’t lying stiff
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| Though I’ve been sick for years
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| These n*ggas just don’t wanna take it there
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| Stop for a few years just to make it fair
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| But why when I got 'em up in the club
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| Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Who’s got the keys to my car
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| I wanna be where you are
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| I know, I know
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| Take my picture
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| I make it rain till the soil gets richer
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| Till the seeds rupture and reach their
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| Bloom and flaunt their features
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| You ain’t no star
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| We don’t really care who you are
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| Just two tits out a bra
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| Just two lips on my balls
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| Boo b*tch you stripped for a blog?
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| Everybody wants to get into
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| A scene to be seen
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| Don’t want to contribute
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| All for themselves
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| Won’t pay tribute
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| Me? |
| I’m too strong
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| You need me to dilute
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| I see you
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| You roll on through
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| Go save yourself
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| Can’t save me too
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| Repent at the gates but until I do
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| I’ma do me, you can go and do you
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| I wanna see how far
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| Go till the road gets dark
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| Chasing the lines on tar
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| Till I am where you are
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| Who’s got the keys to my car
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| I wanna be where you are
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| I know, I know |