| I imagine I’m the last one standing
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| A young star about to take over the planet
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| And you better cuff your girl when I’m landing
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| And she swear she all that, big head, Peyton Manning
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| But trust, I don’t take nothing for granted
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| Summer time, top down like Janet (Superbowl)
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| One night you got my access granted
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| Know these haters can’t stand it, KD the way I slam it
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| (Look) Look they promise I’ma do it now
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| Buddy Hield off the screen, way I move around
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| And I done put in too much work to go and lose it now
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| Fakes act like they support, who they fooling now?
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| Look, I love this shit just like I’m like The Weeknd
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| If she not mine, she will be by the weekend
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| My old girl calling like why you reaching
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| They must be drunk they really think I need them
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| You got me thinkin' bout the future
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| When you do that little dance you do
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| (Do that little dance you do)
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| I’m talking vacays on the beach
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| I’m talking couple goals plans with you
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| (I'm talking plans with you)
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| Yeah, you know he can’t handle that
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| So why you let him stand with you? |
| (Why you let him stand with you?)
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| And if the word around town is Tray is the man, it’s true
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| And that’s the things we do
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| Making moves around town
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| I can see these things clear with you
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| (Clear with you)
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| And when I ever leave town
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| How come I don’t ever hear from you
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| (I don’t ever hear from you)
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| You got me, you got—
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| You got me, you got me one night only (Whoo!)
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| You got me, you got—
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| You got me, you got me one night only
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| Look, touchdown reportin' live from the city
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| She said she likes bad boys, well I’m Diddy
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| Señoritas downtown getting tipsy
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| I’m like «I've been on a roll, baby girl why you tempt me»
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| Hold up, light the whole game, that’s how I’m feelin'
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| I don’t really go out, I be chillin'
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| Fresh prince of my town, Will Smithin'
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| And I’ma real cool dude, but in the booth I be killin'
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| Look, rip the stage, then I’m adios
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| I swear I only spit heat, that’s that halitose
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| You ain’t gotta go home, but you gotta go
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| Tray Cuttler in the field, I just lock and load
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| Look, we could have been everything, now we nothing |
| Thanks to your assumptions, think the kid is up to something
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| I pump it, pump it up just like Joe Budden
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| And all the talk, but they don’t do nothing
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| I see you looking 'cross the room
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| Lil mama why you standing over there?
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| (Why you standing over there?)
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| And I don’t know about him
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| But baby girl I’m the man over here
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| (I'm the man over here)
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| And I’m a real true baller
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| Talking coaching and the player over here
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| (Talking player over there)
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| And if I gave you one night
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| I guarantee I’ll have you staying over here
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| That’s the things we do
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| Making moves around town
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| I can see these things clear with you
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| (See these things clear with you)
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| And when I ever leave town
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| How come I don’t ever hear from you
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| (I don’t ever hear from you)
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| You got me, you got—
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| You got me, you got me one night only
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| You got me, you got—
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| You got me, you got me one night only |