(Bridge)
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Do you still believe in love?
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Or do you love¡¦
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(Verse)
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Man it¡¯s 2 a night out, rollin White House
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Girl, it¡¯s been a while since I hit a wide out
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I¡¯m with it though, she a centerfold
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Big ol blunt look tentacles
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She strip in Europe, Interpol
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Don¡¯t remember her in a close
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I fucked her friend, damn it was close
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Let¡¯s reunite, let¡¯s get em close
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Hit em twice in a roll
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Hit a flight and I¡¯m ghost
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That¡¯s the last time I seen er though
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She be getting too eager, hoe
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Stamp it like it¡¯s my Visa
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Chiefin off of these berries
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When the world gets heavy and it hurts to carry
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I¡¯m the midnight mercenary, fiend
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(Hook)
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It¡¯s lit, feel the buzz
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That¡¯s the half, shit it was
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It¡¯s lit, feel the buzz
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It¡¯s lit, feel the buzz
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(Verse)
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She took me to a place that I never would discover
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Might never have another so I have to fuck it
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Reach into my pockets, damn, I ain¡¯t got a rubber
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See my nigga rhyme like ill rhyme Huber
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He be outta space, say he got a case
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It¡¯s straps in the back of the hotel covered
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Room 508, check by the safe
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She said boy you got it made, do you got a cape?
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I ain¡¯t with the game, my do I gotta wait
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I¡¯m quite impatient, intoxication
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Got me feelin like procreatin
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Girl I¡¯m the baker, you surely cakin
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Stand back, patch em up
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Amazing graces, photo finish and fornication
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Photo finish and fornication, fiend
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(Hook)
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It¡¯s lit, feel the buzz
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That¡¯s the half, shit it was
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It¡¯s lit, feel the buzz
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It¡¯s lit, feel the buzz
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Feel the buzz
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Can you feel the buzz?
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And then we feel the buzz
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Oh why, girl
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Do you still believe in love?
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What¡¯s your trap?
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Get away from the gooder
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What¡¯s your trap?
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Now comes the question of wits
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And so do you lose? Do you lose the same so what the other that yo house talkin on?
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But then there are less people know I have more than one tape so maybe we should just not use this.
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And use the other intro so people will think I just took it straight through
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Yea, let¡¯s do that
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(Verse)
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You¡¯d be surprised how many truths you could hide in a flow
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I¡¯m listening to this beat with my eye lids closed
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Thoughts keep flashin and I keep laughin
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I never thought that I will fuck Irish hoes
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Maybe Asian bitches or Caucasian bitches
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Remember when I got to New York I was lost because all I ever saw was Jamaican bitches
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I ain¡¯t really know what jam, where it was
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Little country nigga, goddamn I was
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To you niggas talkin online until you make it this side and you could never understand this buzz, well
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Maybe if you¡¯d put yourself in the shoes of a nigga comin straight out the south
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No gold grill, just a east coast feel and a set of crooked teeth in this mouth
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Make them hoes bounce
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They can¡¯t get enough
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Niggas say I made it, I ain¡¯t makin enough
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Man, hatin ass nigga,
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You a real lame ass nigga if you ain¡¯t got my tape in yo truck
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Cole, I¡¯m one and don¡¯t you forget that
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I think I lost my mind round the same time I lost my 6 pack
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But, huh, no sit-ups for me
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Long as my dick still get up for me
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Long as a hoe still give up for me
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She usually talks but she get us for free, woah
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That¡¯s TMI, lil something like TMZ
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Scared of the days you¡¯ll be seein me ¡®cause my girl do not play coast DMP
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It¡¯s something for the hoop fans,
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Just cop it a coupe man
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No drop top but a slap on the roof that can slide out
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You can get a little sun while you ride out
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Set on the beat, let me vibe out
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We the 15 with a ASR up in my house,
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Writin rhymes out, mama made it happen
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Coulda been a lawyer but I made it rappin
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He know the rappin, now at the shows he the main attraction
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Another shot of Henny so I¡¯m faded askin how long do this drug called thing will last me
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Feel the buzz
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Another shot of Henny so I¡¯m faded askin how long do this drug called thing will last me
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SB
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Feel the buzz
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It¡¯s lit
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Feel the buzz
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Feel the buzz
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Lit
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