| This goes out to my nigga B.I.G
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| Listen to me playboy, check dis out
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| I go, on and on and on and
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| Won’t take her to the crib unless she’s bonin'
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| PD call her on the phone and
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| Promise I’ll leave her moanin'
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| Now she zonin'
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| Tellin' me she’s all alone and
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| Love the dark chocolate tone and
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| Ahead of my time, I live what’s said in my rhymes
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| The cars and the chedda is mine
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| We ain’t, the type to sit back and lose focus
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| Spit that mack-a-docious
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| Most ferocious
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| Cash all in my holsters
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| Burn more bread than toasters
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| You must know this, the cats 'm with is the coldest
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| Hip-hop quota but quote this
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| Back on the track again, that’s what’s happenin'
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| Please believe it, we on top and won’t leave it
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m lonely
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| And sometimes I feel like I’m lonely
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Hey yo see-I-O-F-F-I-E
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| Q-you-double E-N-Z
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| Come on ma your riding with me
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| Leave the lame respect the game
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| When you hanging on my arm you expect the same
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| And, ecstasy when you sex the Kain
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| I, only link with the wealthiest
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| And only cop jewels if it drop Celsius
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| Now, you can run but you can never hide
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| But, where you go when the temperature rise
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| It’s Bad Boy see death in ya eyes
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| Kain Cioffe the next on the rise
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| Damagin' shit hot stamina split
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| You got screwball raps we the hammerin' clique
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| Limo, the club, and the cameras’ll flip
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| Money, music women son we standin' in it HA!
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| Yo, yo, yo, yo
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| Don’t panic, don’t take this for granted
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| I did then still do and always ran it
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| A lot to gain when I say I’m off the chain
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| The shit I spit, burn flames
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| Who’s controllin' this
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| I can make the bitches grin
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| Cause I get money and run with the richest men
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| Knockin' at ya door it’s Curry again
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| Been down since the jump off begin
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| You know who I am
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| Don’t get it all twisted up
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| Get the cash to my hands be all blistered up
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| We can pick it up, we can drop it low
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| Recognize what it is when I come through the door
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| Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp
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| Once I took it to the top I ain’t fell off since
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| Stay high stay fly stay cool in the fan
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| Ain’t none of yall seein' ya man
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| Get a grip niggas
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| (On guard, defend your self) It’s lonely at the top hey hey |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lonely Kokane , by - Usher. Song from the album The Ulitmate Usher Mixtape, in the genre R&B