I'm still shining baby, (whoa)
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I'm still shining baby, (it's going down)...
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[Hook]
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It's like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind
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Man it feels good, to finally have some ends
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Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind
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Let the top down, in my drop top Benz like uggggh
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[Lil' O]
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I've been down, for so long
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Thinking bout the times, the game did O wrong
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So long, to heartache and pain I'm so strong
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The struggle made me a man, how can I go wrong
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With a heart like this, and a grind like this
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So many haters, didn't wanna see me shine like this
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But I took chances for my bread, I did time for this
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I deserve every diamond, that outline my wrist
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So when you see me out flipping, and I'm looking fantastic
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Top flipping in my trunk, like it's doing gymnastics
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Know a playa had to grind, for his cash and his plastic
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Try to take it if you want, got the thang I'ma blast it
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Got the system going knock knock, looking like a top notch
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Playa from the South, from the chain to the wrist watch
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Fat Rat with the Cheese, man that boy is a stunner
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You don't like it top down, middle finger'll fuck ya
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[Hook]
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It's like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind
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Man it feels good, to finally have some ends
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Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind
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Let the top down, in my drop top Benz
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Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind
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Man it feels good, to finally have some ends
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Like uggggh, oooh I'm in the wind
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Let the top down, one deep no friends like uggggh
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[Chamillionaire]
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It's like the more I'm making, the more I'm enjoying taking
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Talking my list of Fort Lauren London, to Nia Lathan
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Sitting in some'ing, should of take the chicks you boys is dating
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You call it black on black, I'ma call that coordinating
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Hustlers acknowledge me, but busters ain't trying to see
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President treatment, as we step in the Obama suites
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It ain't no shoulda woulda, no coulda or probably
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You know that obviously, could never apply to me
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Money so Roger Clemens, it honestly gotta be
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Pumped full of HGH, and plus it ain't minor league
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You know I'm what these rappers, is dying and trying to be
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One thing that you never heard me saying, is I would sleep
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I been doing this heavy, since when you wasn't ready
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Making moves on the celly, got candy threw on my Cheve
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Got you booing the telly, bout to get threw on the belly
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I show up and I bet she bust, and get loose as a levy
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[Hook]
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[Killa Kyleon]
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A long way, from worries and stressing
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Now I'm just running through paper, I call that counting my blessings
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Which way is up like I build, don't know no other directions
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I'm GPS'ing them bills, ain't got no time for no resting
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Wrestling with money, yeah I'm Stone Cold
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Now rock them rocks like Dwayne, my jewelry's stone cold
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My wallet prolly like Batista, full of dead politicians guess I'm a undertaker
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Ravish and rick rude to these bitches, when it comes to paper
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I got that triple M syndrome, my money mine
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I know that make you haters sick, that's cool my money fine
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Grind by any means necessary, when it come to mine
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Money on it, if it ain't about it nothing comes to mind
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Relax and put that dro in the wind, I'm feeling Cee-Lo
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Getting bread, not a Botany Boy but I'm feeling C-Notes
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Falling off never, yeah I know ya hope so hoe
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O couldn't of said it better, we ain't broke no mo' run it
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[Hook]
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I'm still shining baby - [4x]
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Whoa
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In Da Wind
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Lil' O |