Feat. RICK ROSS & THE GAME
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She took a gamble with your boy
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Now it's Taylor made, toy birches awards
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Staying out late copping steaks with your boy
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First class, duffle bags, count cake with your boy
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All I did was sport a new Mercedes with a spoiler
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Took her from the hood, we jetted to Bora Bora
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Swimming in salt water, spent a mill before the chorus
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Ballin' out bitch, why my net worth enormous
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Tats on my chest, dead homies on my back
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Run that hotel, pink house full of reps
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Swag, two stacks for the belly boost
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Name still ringing up and down these avenues
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Dead girls like to go right for you
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You ask me where my heart at
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You should already know
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Your girlfriend don't last till you everything first class
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That's just what I be on
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Flashing lights, all in my eyes
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You're in my ear like the sweetest melody
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I tell her sing for me, she just wanna sing for me
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She ain't bout them love songs, she want that
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Sing for me, she just want to sing for me
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All up in my air, my air, my air
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Keep it right there, right there, right there oh wow
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When you leave coming right back
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Tell you, he coming right back
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Tell it like salt in your water
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Independent making RX, god forbid if I need gold like that
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That's what love is for
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Flashing lights, all in my eyes
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You're in my ear like the sweetest melody
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So girl sing for me, girl sing for me
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I tell her sing for me, she just wanna sing for me
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She ain't bout them love songs, she want that
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Sing for me, she just want to sing for me
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All up in my air, my air, my air
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Keep it right there, right there, right there oh wow
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You know your boy off Ciroc
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Throwing toys off the yacht
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And your boy spit classic like beans throw up rock
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And she fuck with the (boy) cause I have her like
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I got the Frank Muller Rolexs
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Fuck around Constantine in my old Lexus
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Hugh blows in that AP, no Peterson
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You ragging and we AD, no weed again
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So we going to see my SA home
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Take a hit and feel like Cam'ron oh
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And I got it from Luigi, that's my
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His kush have you like
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Now we back on the Westside, highway S5
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Purple clouds, I can see Aaliyah and Left Eye
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And my Benz trunk be like it's Best Buy
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I tell her sing for me, she just wanna sing for me
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She ain't bout them love songs, she want that
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Sing for me, she just want to sing for me
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All up in my air, my air, my air
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Keep it right there, right there, right there oh wow
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SING FOR ME
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| Elijah Blake |
