| Balenciaga Steppin in my dreams
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| My brother Melvin robbin' people in my sleep
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| He told me play for keeps
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| If I’m thuggin' in these streets
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| I got too much money, slime ain’t got time for no beef
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| Wildin', ayy
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| Why he wildin', ayy?
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| Geekin', tweakin', doin' everything trying to survive it, ayy
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| But he know he can’t survive it, ayy
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| Why you hidin'? |
| (Ayy)
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| I heard that he hidin', ayy
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| We gon go and find him
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| Yeah, 'cause baby, welcome to the jungle
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| I ake my hiters spin the block and make 'em go mutumble
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| All these racks up in my jeans, you try to to touch 'em, you gon' fumble
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| And I was broke for so long, I got tired of being humble
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| Traumatized, you can’t see the pain in his eyes
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| He seen someone die at the age of nine
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| And I know you not psychic you can not read my mind
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| But I was wondering if you can be my valenslime
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| Not my valentine, no
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| But baby girl my valenslime
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| Balenciaga Steppin in my dreams
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| My brother Melvin robbin' people in my sleep
|
| He told me play for keeps
|
| If I’m thuggin' in these streets
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| I got too much money slim ain’t got time for no beef
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| Traumatized, you can’t see the pain in his eyes
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| He seen someone die at the age of nine
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| And I know you not psychic you can not read my mind
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| But I was wondering if you can be my valenslime
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| Not my valentine, no
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| But baby girl my valenslime |