| Yeah
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Told you
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| I don’t know your name, yeah
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| Told you
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| I don’t know your name, yeah
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| Babygirl, let’s get that
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| Maybe we can get up
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| If I call your phone, girl
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| Tell me, will you pick up? |
| (What?)
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| Sometimes you not gettin' there
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| Maybe they don’t get ya
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| Feel like you not fittin' in
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| Maybe they don’t fit ya
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| Devil on yo right shoulder
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| Angel on yo left shoulder
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| Ain’t nobody left over
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| Ain’t nobody left sober
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| Said you need an angel, maybe I can transport you
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| Maybe I can escort you
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| I can do the best for you
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| You need motivation, you need you a go-getter
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| Don’t need help from no nigga
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| Body got that coke figure
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| Body look like gold
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| All these niggas hoes, trick 'em
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| You see and you go sic 'em
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| Then fuck 'em, they not pimpin'
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| That Rolls Royce color blush
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| And I must admit I miss you
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| And I’m on a money mission
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| I want them guided figures
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| Yeah, I’m on that road to get richer
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| I’m on the road to riches
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| Yeah, I turned my goals to visions
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| These niggas make no decisions
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| And she made her own decision
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| And I made that bold decision
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| And it make no correlation
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| Now we both just co-existing
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| Babygirl, let’s get that
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| Maybe we can get up
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| If I call your phone, girl
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| Tell me, will you pick up? |
| (What?)
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| Sometimes you not gettin' there
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| Maybe they don’t get ya
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| Feel like you not fittin' in
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| Maybe they don’t fit ya
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| Devil on yo right shoulder
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| Angel on yo left shoulder
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| Ain’t nobody left over
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| Ain’t nobody left sober
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| You shouldn’t have to feel like you fighting a war
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| You shouldn’t have to feel like you fighting a war
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| You should wanna feel all this water ashore
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| You should wanna feel like you finally insured
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| Right now I feel like everything I want, I afford
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| I just put a new Chanel bracelet by her core
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| And free CHE out on the souf side, what the fuck we beefing for?
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| We was from the same part, we was partners before
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| And right before I sleep, you know I gotta thank the Lord
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| 'Cause I can die tomorrow and get took right up out my glory
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| And if I die tomorrow, tell me, will I open doors?
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| Please don’t show no sorrow for me, just move it accordingly
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| Heaven, I’m looking forward
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| Babygirl, let’s get that
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| Maybe we can get up
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| If I call your phone, girl
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| Tell me, will you pick up? |
| (What?)
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| Sometimes you not gettin' there
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| Maybe they don’t get ya
|
| Feel like you not fittin' in
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| Maybe they don’t fit ya
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| Devil on yo right shoulder
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| Angel on yo left shoulder
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| Ain’t nobody left over
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| Ain’t nobody left sober |