| Chorus:
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me to her.
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me to her.
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me her, and me and her, and me and her,
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| And me and her, and me and her.
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| First Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| You want everything to be the best, but everything is as usual.
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| Worse than being dependent just to be a habit.
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| Along the way, only those who don't look for anything find it.
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| I speak loudly only where it is hard to hear me!
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| So it didn’t work out to buy out what drives them.
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| More than anything, I didn't want to be the same.
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| Every third Niger, having met me, regretted it!
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| Every first nigga ended up where he aimed!
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| Whatever you do, children will clean up the mistakes.
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| For me, verses are like sessions of a psychotherapist.
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| Again I don’t understand how to answer, who am I? |
| Psycho probably!
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| Next to me is a hundred out of a hundred bitch, she has a thing for a black man.
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| Transition:
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| My people know, guys, I'm responsible for them.
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| That's what I say to any animal, crazy professor.
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| Remember: you can’t drive up to my bitch on a lame mare,
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| But she is with me even when there is not a peso in my pocket.
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| Chorus:
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me to her.
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me to her.
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me her, and me and her, and me and her,
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| And me and her, and me and her.
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| Second Verse: Jacques-Anthony
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| I blow up the variety that she spins like a top.
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| My Maserati everyday life is with my friend at the helm.
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| From an ATM, money goes straight into your hands, like a waterfall.
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| Hard workers rest in such a way that we are paid for it.
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| My word is worth more than I spend on myself.
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| Your bitch for a year, but remember this is not the final.
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| My nigers are always with me, they are my family.
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| I am a happy black guy from the provinces.
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| I shine like the North Star!
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| My drug dealer is like an exam, I didn’t pass it in bonds.
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| Every day I'm at the limit, train planes
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| Hey, 2018 started with a clean slate. |
| Everything from scratch. |
| Yes!
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| Transition:
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| People know, guys, I'm responsible for them.
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| That's what I say to any animal, crazy professor.
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| Remember: you can’t drive up to my bitch on a lame mare,
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| But she is with me even when there is not a peso in my pocket.
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| Chorus:
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me to her.
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me to her.
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| Everything to be good for me and her.
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| And me and her, and me her, and me and her, and me and her,
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| And me and her, and me and her. |