(Intro: Chip)
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You know
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You know it's crazy when you have Deja Vu
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Like once a month
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(Hook: Jeremih)
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Yeah
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Can't remember what the hell I did
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Or how the hell I got here
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But all I know is niggers wanna talk
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Cause the baddest bitches round here
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We ain't going nowhere,
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Going nowhere,
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Here for-ever
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So fuck what they say,
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No, we don't play
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Real niggers for-ever (ever)
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Real niggers for-ever (ever)
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Real niggers for-ever
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(Verse 1: Chip)
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Pour me another shot I'm in the zone
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Came by myself but I ain't leaving on my own (nahh)
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Loving it in places I'm ashamed to say I go
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In the strip club trying to find the next Amber Rose
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The higher goes my salary,
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The lower goes my sanity
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I'm puffing on this blunt
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Got me battling with gravity
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Find myself catching feelings,
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I destroyed them
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Cus' most these girls I'm fucking got a boyfriend
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I'm going in,
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I'm going in,
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I'm going in (Yeah)
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London Boy in town you know I do my fucking thing
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Ciroc for my niggers
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Champs' for the bitches
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Can I get a witness
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But there ain't no love for snitches
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It's the life I want to live until I¡¯m buried
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Number of girls I don't count on too many
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But time moves on,
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But people don't change
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Can't remember last night,
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I bet tonight will be the same (for real)
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(Hook: Jeremih)
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Yeah
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Can't remember what the hell I did
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Or how the hell I got here
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But all I know is niggers wanna talk
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Cause the baddest bitches round here
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We ain't going nowhere,
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Going nowhere,
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Here for-ever
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So fuck what they say,
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No, we don't play
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Real niggers for-ever (ever)
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Real niggers for-ever (ever)
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Real niggers for-ever
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(Verse 2: T.I.)
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Hey
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Sucker niggers be hating
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But fuck it, I get money though
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Honey blonde rolls
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Roller-skating with a bunch of hoes
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He ain't the hustle,
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I don't give a shit about it
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Probably catch me rollin' or mallin',
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Menagin' on a friday
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All we do is party,
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Keep it real with niggers
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Who dun' kept it real since niggers
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Was sharing buffalo wing dinners
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What¡¯s the definition in the wing-winners
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Can police just keep a pussy
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Which I have been with her
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You see the King with her,
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Then praying he ain't hit her
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We G-D-O-D
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We M-O-D
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My niggers green-getters
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You throwing money
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All she want to do is roll the L
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Then pop a pill
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While I beat it till' that pussy swell
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They want me back in jail
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Ain't doubt I'll hate her for you,
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Cus I'm playing with bout' fifty mil
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Kick that flavour to ya' (uhh)
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You don't like it do ya'?
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Still the fact remain,
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Hustle Gang, Real Niggers
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Some things never change.
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(Hook: Jeremih)
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Yeah
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Can't remember what the hell I did
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Or how the hell I got here
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But all I know is niggers wanna talk
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Cause the baddest bitches round here
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We ain't going nowhere,
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Going nowhere,
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Here for-ever
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So fuck what they say,
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No, we don't play
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Real niggers for-ever (ever)
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Real niggers for-ever (ever)
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Real niggers for-ever
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R.N.F.
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Chip |