I have all the swag, body bag
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Life's a fucking party, I'm wasted, someone call a cab
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Stumbling to the car but they keep asking for autographs
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I'm going home with girls, girls, girls, yup, all of that
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Tell me is it the fame or the money
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Either way this people all think there must be something about me - stunning
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Ah, everythang (I'm juiced up, I know the truth stuff)
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Cause everything I do is just actually too much
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For y'all niggas
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Oh yeah and I'm awesome over all niggas
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Motherfucking dimes, I can't even see you small niggas
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So pardon me (please)
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I don't mean to brag
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But I just spent 40, 000 yen on these jeans I have
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On baby
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Oh yeah money long baby
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You just [?] your makeup on the waistline of my draws
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I mean oh you can be the inspiration for my next song
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Just motherfucking do with me and bust jimmy johns
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I'm the bomb dot com
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Shout out to my moms
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It's Been a long time coming and we still going strong
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We win it, can't let up
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Cause once these clowns forget us
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It's gonna take a lifetime trying to make them unforget us
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So I'm gonna represent us
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From start and to the finish
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I work hard to pay off
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Ball - I gets the play off
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You used to ball too, until you got laid out
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Back in 95s damn I bet that's chaos
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Life's about lessons, sit back and watch me teach
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Like a game of badminton, I'm so out of reach
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I'm at the finish line, give my winning speech
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It goes "ahem, um"
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But all y'all said I couldn't do it
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I hope every time you grab a [?] you forced to hear my music
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You're so cubic, I'm so coolest
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Got your girlfriend playing nudest
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I'm, with no script, but I don't trip
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Trust me I give a bat pri sa, means like aristocrat
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No lady and the tramp but they were gifted cats we tripled that
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I used to have problems, until I learnt to deal
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I was taught to stay positive and always keep it real and I do
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I do, I do, I do, I do
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Oh, oh, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
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[Chorus:]
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I was taught to always keep it real it when I do
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What I do, and I do, and I do, and I do, and I do [x3]
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Do It
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[K La:]
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Stumble in the elevator, drifting down the highway
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Drunk texed all my numbers, don't know who the fuck is calling
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Feeling extra reckless I could probably use some counseling
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It's a party at the condo, I don't really feel like talking
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Feel like killing the party and these hoochies in Air Jordans And pissing off all the bitches who wish that they could afford them, See um Don't brag a lot
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Cause when you, have a lot
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You don't, talk about it
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You just, laugh a lot
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And you just, walk it out, pop it out and stock it out, but ya'll bitter bitch ass haters don't know what I'm talking bout
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Do you? Cause I do
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The best I can me and my crew - the best of friends
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And the niggas that ride for me will put to sleep the best of me
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And stay in your place, pass the ace, and put a smile back on your face
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Cause it's a blessing to be next to the best dressed bitch up in this place
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But I failed to mention that, um, I do this shit
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While you other candy-coaters on that other [?] box of goober shit
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I rap [?] sing and do it on another box of [?] shit
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And if you ask my haters probably tell you I'm a super bitch
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Yeah, uh huh, that's cause I do this shit Cause I do it so right, and I do it so good
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And I do it just like I said I would
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Cause I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
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I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do, I do
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I was taught to always keep it real it when I do
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{What} I do, and I do, and I do, and I do, and I do [x2]
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What I'm Supposed To Do
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I Do
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