| My Isis goddess, a peach garden
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| Sipping Merlot, beach bums, bumping Bob Marley
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| Reggae party, shirt Cavalli, dress highly
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| Highly infatuated, spending what you call life savings
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| Hi ladies, nice day, ain’t it?
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| South France be my new lady, canvas face paintings
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| If God were me, you’d be more jealous, the horny
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| I’d backtrack, hop on the right track with a new somebody
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| Now let’s back track two years, where I met you at
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| Night life, popping bottles, acting like you wasn’t impressed with that
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| That shit, I do for you, I never lack
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| Need that, got that, never did I second guess
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| Took you out that C-class, put you in that SLS
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| No more Southwest, now it’s like private jets
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| Now all you got is ex-roommates
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| Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
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| Same page but a different day
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| Everything sweet, peace till a nigga be down and out
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| Same shit you said yesterday
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| Can’t take no more of your shit cause I can do better without you
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| I can do better without you
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| Symbolic tattoos cover the scar
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| Heart tell 'em love move
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| Cause of you I’ll probably never accept what’s due
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| Except what’s due, exempt from them nights I could’ve been single too
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| Moonlight dinner, dark denim
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| How we losing, we was up in the ninth inning
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| The night’s ending, attitude on a fire chariot
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| Ain’t too hilarious, find it embarrassing, you crazy bitch
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| All I wanted was pom poms, hug and a kiss
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| Thought you rooting for this team, saw you on some other shit
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| Acting out publicly, fans recording the shit
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| Why you can’t play your part and act accordingly?
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| I guess that’s all me, rubbing off on me
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| Rubbing off on you, now you got an ego, too
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| Tell her spread far like an eagle do
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| I don’t want nothing to do with you, I’m through with you
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| You never thought i’d do it, you never thought i’d leave you
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| You told me you loved me, but I never believed you
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| Your heart was false just like the words you said
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| Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head
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| Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry
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| That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye
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| You know I’m better off without you
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| I can manage on my own, you can still have your perfect life
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| You could have it all alone, cause I’m better without you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diced Pineapples , by - Tyga. Song from the album Well Done 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп