| You think you using me
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| Like this games new to me
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| But you ain’t confusing me
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| You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
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| But that ain’t stopping me
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| And I ain’t stopping you
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| See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| I’m incline with women who come on they time
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| She came over and she came a few times
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| From crispy futons to Christian Louboutin
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| Game over had her shopping in Milan
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| 20 racks really that’s sneaker money
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| Triple white Ferrari yeah that’s the Easter bunny
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| At the Ceaser in Vegas yeah I put the Visa on it
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| Now all she do is tell me how she used to love me
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| I let her decorate the real estate
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| And I let her spend a half the ticket give or take
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| A couple dollars Harry Winstone stone collars
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| Canary yellow everything plane chartered
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| I spolied her maybe 'cause I adored her
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| More than fly that girls a flying saucer
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| My Mona Lisa painting on the wall came to life
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| And she said the love of picture just roll the dice |
| You think you using me
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| Like this games new to me
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| But you ain’t confusing me
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| You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
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| But that ain’t stopping me
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| And I ain’t stopping you
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| See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| I try to love 'em in the physical not literal
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| She said she love me but what I’m feeling is minuscule
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| I understand that Prada lives in her inner soul
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| So the devil that droves in her got in control
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| Anne Hathaway, and sack chasin' getting got cake up
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| Though my paper way thicker than model make up
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| But ya’ll wait up my mind racing my toe slippin
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| A lot of women is real some bitches Robin Givings
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| I never give 'em no liquid no pot to piss in
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| I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent
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| I’m pitchin bitches that’s dreamin' thinking I’m trickin' chicken
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| I’m simply fuckin' with bitches that know they whole position
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| That’s real nigga shit
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| Real nigga life
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| I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe |
| I ain’t tryna fight, I ain’t tryna fuss
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| I trying for the money, they tryna fall in love.
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| You think you using me
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| Like this games new to me
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| But you ain’t confusing me
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| You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
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| But that ain’t stopping me,
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| And I ain’t stopping you
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| See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| I say, how can they compare to you
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| Everything material
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| Trickin' shit for kids and you know I don’t need no cereal
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| You know I was ridin' and you switched up a gear or two
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| So I let others shit you on dead, burial
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| Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you
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| Talking what I give but never speak on what I do for you
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| Cabo to Jamaica every weekend honey moon and you
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| Like the sound and I ain’t ever try tuning you
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| But now I’m just assuming you
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| Living off of hearsay
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| Treble like the radio 'cause everything was fair play
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| 1st class herm ass
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| Panamera perp pass
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| Greed written on her face |
| When I bought her first bag
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| And I ain’t really give a fuck
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| It was like a nigga rushed
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| Told my jeweler make her freeze like I was tryna stick her up
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| She call me daddy like a nigga puff
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| Just play your role and you can live it up
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| You think you using me
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| Like this games new to me
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| But you ain’t confusing me
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| You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees
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| But that ain’t stopping me
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| And I ain’t stopping you
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| See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| Just play your part
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| We’ll be cool as long as you just play your part |