Chorus:)
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So you¡¯ve got so many diamonds,
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You wear all the finest clothes,
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And your grill is shining,
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As you travel down the streets of gold,
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But you can¡¯t blame me, if I set this stage on fire
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(Verse 1:)
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Mama always told me I was crazy,
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And my hoes say I¡¯m amazing,
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But I don¡¯t listen to a lady,
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But the bitch say I¡¯m hot,
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And I say no bitch I¡¯m blazing,
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Like what the fuck do you expect I¡¯m a motherfucken Cajun,
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I feel caged in my mind,
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It¡¯s like my flow is doing time,
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It goes crazy inside, but when it comes out it's fine,
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Like wine, wait, watch, see I get better with time,
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Like a watch, osh b¡¯gosh, posh spice¡¯s husband,
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Couldn¡¯t kick it like I kick it, bitch, I kix it,
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No cereal, like a landing I sticks it,
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Wherever she asks me, after she licks it,
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That¡¯s too explicit, but why you listening,
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I smell smoke, and something¡¯s sizzling,
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That¡¯s her pussy, so hey pussy,
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Play with pussy, or play pussy
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(Chorus:)
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But you can¡¯t blame me, if I set this stage on fire
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(Verse 2:)
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They say you're nobody ¡®til somebody kills you,
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But where I¡¯m from, you're nobody ¡®til you kill somebody,
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And you know what they say,
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When you're great, it's not murder it¡¯s assassinate,
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So assassinate me bitch,
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¡®Cause I¡¯m doing the same shit martin Luther king did,
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Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite bitch,
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Same balcony, like ¡°assassinate me bitch¡±,
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Slim tunechee,
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I don¡¯t rap, I film movies, with my rap,
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You can call me, Mr. Director¡¯s chair, yea, and that¡¯s a rap,
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Cut, on to the next, not the next scene,
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Bitch, the next check,
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Some say X makes the sex specs,
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So play with the pussy or play pussy.
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(Chorus:)
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So you¡¯ve got so many diamonds, (hey pussy, lay pussy)
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You wear all the finest clothes, (do or die, say pussy, and I say)
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And your grill is shining, (lay pussy lay pussy lay pussy)
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As you travel down the streets of gold, (hey pussy)
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But you can¡¯t blame me, if I set this stage on fire (Hey Pussy Don¡¯t Play Pussy)
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GET ¡®EM!
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(Verse 3:)
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Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle,
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Brave heart bitch, like the times, I¡¯m medieval,
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Married to the game, Divorce the Cathedral,
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Standing on the corner selling Porcelain to People,
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Forced into evil, Its all in your head,
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It's also cerebral, call me Knievel,
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You follow when I lead you,
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Straight to the needle,
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The bottles, the battle, the beetles will eat you,
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Mama named Cita, I love You Cita,
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Remember when your pussy Second husband tried to beat ya?,
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Remember when I went into the kitchen got the cleaver,
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He ain¡¯t give a f**k I ain¡¯t give a f**k neither,
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He could see the devil, see the devil in my features,
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You could smell the ether,
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You can see Cita,
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You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features
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And she don¡¯t play neither.
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Playin' With Fire
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| Lil' Wayne |
