I guess that I don't need that though
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Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er
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Kickin' back in my 2 seater
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I'm through with ya, I don't remember
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Nothin' 'bout ya, amnesia
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I moved on, adios
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Pop your bottles, make a toast
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Whole pockets, filled up
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Nothin' but dead folks
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You thought that I was gonna save you
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Tried to play but I played you
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Louie V, D&G
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Look at your wheat which I made you
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I'm cold hearted, no feelings
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My McLaren got no ceiling
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Fast life, care down
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I'm made of fire, three wheelin'
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Panamera, new Ferrari
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Paint job, caucasian
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Two hoes, half asian
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Two mo', Venezuelan
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Through with ya, now kick rocks
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S1's in my pick top
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10 bricks for this wrist watch
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It's over babe, straight drop
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What the fuck?
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Heyo Whoo Kid, run that shit back
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God damn
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I guess that I don't need that though
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Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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Go on take 'er, I don't need 'er
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Kickin' back in my 2 seater
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I'm through with ya, I don't remember
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Nothin' 'bout you, amnesia
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I moved on, adios
|
Pop your bottles, make a toast
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Whole pockets, filled up
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Nothin' but dead folks
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You thought that I was gonna save you
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Tried to play but I played you
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Louie V, D&G
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Look at your wheat which I made you
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I'm cold hearted, no feelings
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My McLaren got no ceiling
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Fast life, care down
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I'm made of fire, three wheelin'
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Panamera, new Ferrari
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Paint job, caucasian
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Two hoes, half asian
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Two mo', Venezuelan
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Through with ya, now kick rocks
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S1's in my pick top
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10 bricks for this wrist watch
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It's over babe, straight drop
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But you didn't have to cut me off
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Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
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And I don't even need your love
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But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
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No you didn't have to stoop so low
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Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
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I guess that I don't need that though
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Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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Money money money man
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I got DC's, crockodiles
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On both feet, Kai Peters
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Livin' life, screwed up
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Jump lane for 100 meters
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You spreadin' rumors, tellin' lies
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But that's bullshit, I'm too fly
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My heart cold, I don't feel
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Nothin' in it, it paralyzed
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Deep and under, I cut 'er off
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She know how to treat a boss
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I move pounds like Boston George
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Get high before I was record
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Mark Jacobs on my face
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Gator heads on my waist
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Makin' more, B-O-T
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I pop the trunk but there's lil space
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Goin' in on everything
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Head first, divin' for it
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You playin' games, changin' numbers
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And I ain't got time for it
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Drop the top, I need head room
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Flat screens in my bathroom
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I got a red hoe with long weave
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With Money Man on her tattoos
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But you didn't have to cut me off
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Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
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And I don't even need your love
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But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
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No you didn't have to stoop so low
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Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
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I guess that I don't need that though
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Now you're just somebody that I used to know
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Ai-ain't in love with him, blood sucka
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Bleed his Pockets, then burn rubba
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You can look, never let him touch it
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Think about it all day ? Mothafucka
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Run over niggas, road kill
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Need room to breathe like fishy gills
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Give them to you? What's the use
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Give them away, goodwill
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High heels, TG's
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Got that ass movin' in 3D
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The riding cure everything's so Breezy
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Gotta fight him for me like Rhi Rhi
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... heart cold
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Third eye, heart froze
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Armpits, tagged toes
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Beauty and the beast, don't love hoes
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That shit, I don't like it
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Do anything for a Klondike
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Ice-cream but my ice clean
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And my cake feels, bon appetite
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Devious, French too
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Bitch cost, whole thang
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Twenty cake in my bustier
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38 in my villa rang
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Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat
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Used To Know Remix
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