| When I got on stage, she swore I was six feet tall
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| But when she put it in her mouth she can’t seem to reach my
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| Ballin' ain’t an issue for me, I’ll make a hundred stacks right back next week
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| Do it all again, I’m faded off the wrong thing, the wrong thing
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| And I’ll admit baby, I’m a little camera shy
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| But exceptions can be made baby, cause you’re too damn fly
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| For what it’s worth, I hope you enjoy the show
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| Cause if you’re back here only takin' pictures
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| You gon' have to take your ass home
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| Cause the only thing you’re takin' is your clothes off
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| Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth
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| I just wanna hear your body talk
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| Oh
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Oh girl
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| Don’t hold back
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Oh girl
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| Don’t hold back
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| Let it out
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Don’t hold back
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| Let it out
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Don’t hold back
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| You can meet me in the room where the kisses ain’t free
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| You gotta pay with your body
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| Not really into kisses leading into nothing
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| I’m into shows every night, if you play your cards right
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| I might fuck around, bring your whole crew on tour
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| F*ck around, turn you 'to my west coast girl
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| Until they book a show in NYC
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| Gotta fly back east where the city don’t sleep
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| Woah, tryna finish all this potion
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| Baby take your time, tryna sip it 'til the mornin'
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| And if you’re still hot, I’m tryna f*ck you in the mornin'
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| Said I’m two days strong, and never sleep until it’s mornin'
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| Cause the only thing you’re takin' is your clothes off
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| Go 'head girl, strip it down, close your mouth
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| I just wanna hear your body talk
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| Oh
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Oh girl
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| Don’t hold back
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Oh girl
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| Don’t hold back
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| Let it out
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Don’t hold back
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| Let it out
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| (Please don’t check in my pillow)
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| Don’t hold back
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| I got a brand new place, I think I’ve seen it twice all year
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| I can’t remember how it looks inside, so you can picture how my life’s been
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| I went from starin' at the same four walls for 21 years
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| To seein' the whole world in just twelve months
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| Been gone for so long I might have just found God
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| Well probably not, if I keep my habits up
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| Probably not if I can’t keep up with lovin'
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| I can’t stand talkin' to brand new girls
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| Only b*tches down to f*ck when you shower them with ones
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| Probably not if my ni*gas round them up
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| Probably not if we take 'em to my spot
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| Probably not if I tweak all day just to sleep at night
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| God damn I’m high
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| My doctor told me to stop
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| And he gave me something to pop
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| I mix it up with some Adderall’s and I wait to get to the top
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| And I mix it up with some alcohol and I pour it up in a shot
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| I don’t care about you, why you worried 'bout me?
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| All I want is that smoke, give me all of that smoke
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| Last week was my rough week, I’m still drippin' down from my nose
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| And I don’t know how to drive, I make my driver get high
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| But If he goes under that one time, believe my driver gettin' fired
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| And I don’t got any friends, I got XO in my bloodwork
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| And I’m posted up down in Florida
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| Ft. |
| Lauderdale to that MIA
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| Cold drinks, Grand Marnier
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| To the break of dawn, Kahlua milk
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| White Russian when the sun hits,
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| White Russian with tongue tricks
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| I like the feeling of your tongue rings
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| She likes the way my whole tongue flip
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| She grind hard for tuition
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| She grind hard 'til her teeth chip
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| I make it harder, with gold grills
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| I make her s*ck, with gold grills
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| In the back room, In the VIP
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| She don’t ever sleep…
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| This ain’t nothing to relate to
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| This ain’t nothing to relate to
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| This ain’t nothing to relate to
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| This ain’t nothing to relate to
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| Even if you tried, you tried, you tried
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| You tried, you tried, you tried
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| You tried, you tried, you tried
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| You tried, you tried, you tried |