[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
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I got a bad bitch from Vogue
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Told her strike a pose
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Step to the side and look at them thighs
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That bitch beautiful
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I got a Lambo, two doors
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Two seaters, two hoes
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Yokohamas, no Vogues
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Man, that bitch beautiful
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Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
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2-mile-long driveway
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Man, that ho beautiful
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I got a condo up in the sky
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'Fore I figured I'd die
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Foreign bitch, no lie
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Man, that bitch beautiful
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[Verse 1: Jeezy]
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Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions
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Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls
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Merci in my garage, course it is supercharged
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Wake up to a menage, they give me a massage
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Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner
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Suede headliner, all that whip in china
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I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda
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Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor
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Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa
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The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya
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Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
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Touched them keys with both hands?
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If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati
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Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti
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Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti
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Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
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[Hook: The Game & Jeezy]
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I got a bad bitch from Vogue
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Told her strike a pose
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Step to the side and look at them thighs
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That bitch beautiful
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I got a Lambo, two doors
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Two seaters, two hoes
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Yokohamas, no Vogues
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Man, that bitch beautiful
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Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
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2-mile-long driveway
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Man, that ho beautiful
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I got a condo up in the sky
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'Fore I fake it I'd die
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Foreign bitch, no lie
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Man, that bitch beautiful
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[Verse 2: The Game]
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Mirror, mirror, in my garage
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Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage
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Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis
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Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage
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Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge
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Just drove through Savannah, Georgia
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That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual
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Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles
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Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it
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Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it
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Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos
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Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo
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Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion
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Fuckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson
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Came a long way from a nigga first advancement
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Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom
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[Hook: Rick Ross & Jeezy]
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I keep me a jet model
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Keep a black bottle
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Meal ticket wrapped in plastic
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That bitch beautiful
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Keep some rose gold on my arm
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Bottle of Avion
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FNH with the drum
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Man, that bitch beautiful
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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My Chevrolet a seven trey
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Dade Country dopeboy, I¡¯m talkin' heavyweight
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I hustle everyday
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We squashed the beef to get the money
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We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's
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My killers in the lobby
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Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln
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200 squares for the same ticket
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Out in LA, I¡¯m with my main bitches
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Tip¡¦toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers
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I¡¯m still the same, I never changed, nigga
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Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks
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Fuck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box
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Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the drop
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First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars
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Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs
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Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars
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Ugh! Beautiful, are my arts
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Beautiful
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Young Jeezy |