| Don’t fear
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| Just love me until the moonlight
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| Shine on your body
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| So bright, yeah
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| Your beauty’s blinding
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| But baby, tonight I hope
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| My sight’s alright
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| In the night, I’m in my zone
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| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin', babe
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| I’m fresh off the dank, got more to bake
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| Never running out, same goes for the bank
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| Gas in the tank, top rank
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| About the cake, we don’t use brakes
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| Too blazed, pilots say we can’t get on the plane
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| No debate, pounds are putting on, I’m making weight
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| Money safe, put it in there for a rainy day
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| Niggas hate, don’t fuck with them anyway
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| I hustle too many ways to get comfortable
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| You know how I’m coming
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| Call your girl, let’s get into something
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| Money discussions, take my time, I ain’t rushing
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| Want someone you could trust in
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| Me, I’ma fuck, and get up in the dusk
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| Got work tomorrow that’s two of us
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| I feel like I can’t lose
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| KK joints 'till I can’t move
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| She happy I came through
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| Giving rolling lessons to a crew
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| Smoke like I do
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| No lie, we the truth
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| So high, leave the room, gang
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| Don’t fear
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| Just love me until the moonlight
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| Shine on your body
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| So bright, yeah
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| Your beauty’s blinding
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| But baby, turn around
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| My sight’s alright
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| In the night, I’m in my zone
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| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin', babe
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| Big money ended up count me out
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| Burying safes with undisclosed amounts
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| They all over the place
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| Plus I fuck with the banks
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| I got a couple accounts
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| She got a million dollar mouth
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| She was born with it
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| She went to Dr. Miami for the rest of the shit
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| Stacked out, renegade on the Vegas strip
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| But she pay me for the game that I gave the bitch
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| A level headed gentleman with a crazy wrist
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| Boss player, thirty points plus twenty assists
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| I’m not selfish 'cause I throw all my niggas in the mix
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| Don’t cuff none
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| Introduce my homie to the bitch if she want some
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| Chick will come through, get done, spend money, bang bitches but I don’t love
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| one
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| Hustle 'till the cars come Ferrari, drive out run
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| Pull up, hop out
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| Car stunts I’ve done
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| Don’t fear
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| Just love me until the moonlight
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| Shine on your body
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| So bright, yeah
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| Your beauty’s blinding
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| But baby, turn around
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| My sight’s alright
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| In the night, I’m in my zone
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| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin', babe
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| Tapping fools out, Bruce in his first bout
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| I ain’t searching for clout, bringing cars out
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| Large amounts of money, guard the vaults 'cause we stars
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| Chase paper, smoke strong
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| All my bitches get along, well informed
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| What’s your nigga doing
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| Cut your phone off, hit you in the morn'
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| Said he borin', ain’t important
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| True color showing
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| My whip look comfortable, don’t it
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| Keep them papers rolling, don’t see my opponents
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| Stay focused
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| Don’t fear
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| Just love me until the moonlight
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| Shine on your body
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| So bright, yeah
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| Your beauty’s blinding
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| But baby, turn around
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| My sight’s alright
|
| In the night, I’m in my zone
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| You gon' regret this if you don’t smoke
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin'
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| Let’s get to lovin', babe
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| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah
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| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah
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| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah
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| Hit me up-up, up-up, yeah
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| Diamond rings, Diamond chains
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| Diamonds on everything
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| Spend some quarters, dropping chains
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| Hop on to a private plane
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| Pay the cost to be the boss
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| Now I need some time to floss
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| I hear 'em, don’t believe them tho
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| Paper, I just get and go
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| Making conversation, problems facing
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| Not them niggas round the way
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| I keep a nice long jay
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| It’s no police so I’ma blaze it
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| I’m taking niggas out the waste
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| Always rolling up, my killing
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| Try to get another million in my safe
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| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em
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| But I just don’t see them, where’s the love
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| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there
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| When you need me, hit me up
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| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em
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| But I just don’t see her, where’s the love
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| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there
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| When you need me, hit me up
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| Couple bangs, popping
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| Got a couple chain options
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| Look like rain drops in every ring that I’m rocking
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| Niggas want me falling off but nigga we ain’t stopping
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| Always hit the mark, 'cause I know how to stay in pocket
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| Now they stare, mind is clear
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| I seen yours, mine is rare
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| Money long, not a care
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| Blowing strong, down to share
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| When I’m home, I’m the mayor
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| Rims gold, like a player
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| Really cold rocking carats
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| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em
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| But I just don’t see them, where’s the love
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| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there
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| When you need me, hit me up
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| Said they’ll be there when you need 'em
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| But I just don’t see her, where’s the love
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| And if you down for me, I’ll be right there
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| When you need me, hit me up |