(with Lil' Wayne)
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[Chorus: x2]
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No more lying friends
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Mourning tragic ends
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Know they do pretend
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They won't go when I go
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[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
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Come on home biscuit for man's sake
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No more fake hugs and handshakes
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Stand straight
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You sweeter than a pancake
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Me, I'm tryin get that green like the landscape
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That's for my team in region eight
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See what I gotta say can't wait
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I demand cake
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Gotta eat, keep the family straight
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They all holding out they hands and plates, yeah
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Wayne's from a place called hollygrove
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From the bottom of the globe
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Area code 504
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Be hero joe and I zero in
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With the eagle when there be no him
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Ion need no help
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Ion need no homie
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Ion need no buddy
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Nigga I got money
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Nigga I got heart to go along with the guns
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Call me weezy f. baby
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I be by myself when I come yeah
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[Chorus:]
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No more lying friends
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(yeah, yeah)
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Mourning tragic ends
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(ion need em, ion need em)
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Know they do pretend
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(ion love em, ion trust em)
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They won't go when I go
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(so motherfuck em, I was born by myself with my dick in my hand) no more lying friends
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(with my mind on the million dollar plan) mourning tragic ends
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(now baby you are looking at the million dollar man) know they do pretend
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(and I'm a die alone, so alone I stand) they won't go when I go
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[Verse 2: Juelz Santana]
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(I feel you nigga)
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Dudes that never spoke to me now wanna speak (beat it)
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Girls that never said a word now wanna creep (beat it)
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Guys that never ran with me now wanna be (what) the only passenger in my coop with two seats
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Damn, what is it homes
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You boys breast soft and fake, I can feel the silicone (yep) you all a bunch of pamela andersons
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Me, a family man, I take care of the family man (ya dig) and it seems like my day one niggas ain't actin like day one niggas (uh un), I ain't change I just came up niggas (yep) and trust me when I say I ain't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga
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Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll,
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Just tryna let you know it's bigger than the corner my dog
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I ain't playin basketball, but I'm ballin for sure
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Now back to the money
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Catch me when I come off tour
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Fuck em
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]
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The rims may offend you on the shit I slide into
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Fuck you
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Send you to the desert, tell ya be cool
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Uh um, hold on the pistols
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Roll by the cops and turn up the stereo
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Sittin in the corner lookin like a owner
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Talkin to the owner, yeah my price gone up
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All in the strip club, never get a boner
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Only get hard for doe, I'm homer, and you're a simpson and I'm a pimp son and she ain't comin to the crib til her friend come
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We gettin money over here you need to get some
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Out comes the cold steel for my income
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[Juelz Santana]
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Out comes the cold steel for my victims
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Born alone, die alone, but you could die with em
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Cars white and sexy like Nicole Kidman
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Bad chick by my side, video vixen
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Might fly to L.A. just to shop at Kitson
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Thousand dollar hoodies I'm pickin up about 15
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That's about 15 thousand
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I'm trickin zero on bitches
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Zero
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Zavosky crystals, great china wall
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My money run longer than the great china wall
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And my pockets is mediterranean sea deep
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So keep plottin and prayin to get me
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Come on
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By Myself
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Juelz Santana |