[Chorus]
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"Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm [gunshot]
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That I'm so sin-cere" - [Jay-Z] [repeat 3X]
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"Where you been" Pusha, "Where you been" Malice
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"Where you been, wh-where you, where you been"
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[Verse 1: Clipse]
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By the time the 5 pull up, e'ry (bitch) look up
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Million records sold (nigga) still sellin cook up
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Pusha, you know what the flow like
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The hook-up, you know what that snow like
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Got 7 Dwarves on the corner like I'm Snow White
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(Fuck) I'm married to the game, throw rice
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Keep the heater on my waist for them cold nights
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Protect my chain, chest lit like it's Lite Brite
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A horse is a horse, of course of course
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323 of 'em in that Porsche
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Get a load of this, lifestyle of the rich
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And I don't even race her, I baby that (bitch)
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Oh the muggin, oh so repugnant
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I fly 'em in from London, who like redundant?
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I British Broadcast, this is billionaire day
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Boys club, (fuck) the rocks, color canary - Clipse
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Clipse]
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Cats ain't got a clue as to what real cash is
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Each of my neighbors is doctors and actors
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They wanna know 'bout the kid who half backwards
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Who backyard look like it's a scene from The Masters
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And what I know about a 9-iron
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The only iron I know is the 9 I was firin
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Now everywhere I look it's me they admirin
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30 years in age, contemplatin retirement
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Could it be, the jewels or the drop
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Crib so huge that I call it Camelot
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Or could it be that 50 carat watch
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Or me on the red carpet, coolin with Carrot Top
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Trust me young'n, I will show you the meanin
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In that Porsche 911, with the engine screamin
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50 grand don't even feed my demons
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My life like a fairytale, pinch me I'm dreamin
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[Chorus x2]
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Where You Been
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| Clinton Sparks |
