Ain't that terrific? No one let you go and get all the shit that you want
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The only thing is specific, Atlantic to Pacific, don't give a rat's ass
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Up on the jet skies and led up do the back splash
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'Cause you be yelling, you just set the hills
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And you're the news in the Jimmy Choo's
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That's why these dudes wanna interview
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You tell them move, you're for juv' and they can't sit with you
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They proud to call you a hoe.
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But guess what the fucker is far away and not say no
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Get a child bullet and the head in bars stuck to a door
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I got my hand cuffed so you're like a city cop
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Nothing new world, bottle's gray, girl, six o clock.
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You get the paper from bed when all of these came
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You fuck any shit, even when nigga's breath stink
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Past, present and future, it's not a sex lane
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You ain't denying, but what's so funny, your dress, hey.
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And we've been riding for a long time, oh yeah
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And I'm so proud to say that you're mine
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Even though sometimes you drive me crazy
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But at the end of the day you're still my baby.
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You're still here, still right here.
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A woman know in five seconds if she wants you
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You think you're really slipknot, don't you?
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You can do it by yourself, why won't you?
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And you don't need nobody help, why don't you
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Marry yourself
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You better get help, my homebro
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This I felt from the top shelf, she was winding in it
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I just wanted to shine, whad'up, my bedroom.
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White table cloth, 2012 a loss
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Yeah, a life, proud to be boss
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Your attitude pisses me off, acting like you've been rich
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You're from the hood, you ain't shit.
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And I've been what you're real got it from the slim, bitches
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Pock it some beans, bitches.
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But ain't hot stocks up and throw words in a pub
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Team five cause real fall apart, tell 'em from heart.
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And we've been riding for a long time, oh yeah
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And I'm so proud to say that you're mine
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Even though sometimes you drive me crazy
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But at the end of the day you're still my baby.
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You're still here, still right here.
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Yeah, that's my bullshit, got the shit together
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Yeah, in a rough, we're gonna be rich forever
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Yeah, she addicted to rich and skinny and chip and pepper
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I'm addicted to automotors and limon pepper
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Just tell her do it in the back and shawty is whatever
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From the big ball and parties to the get togethers
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In a drop they deny, there's some different ladder
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Devil 07, James Bond, that's some different texture
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From the years I heard furr to the red bottoms
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She better got my back, I'm just paying hymons
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She got charisma and slang, I'm just being honest
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And she give me good brains, I don't need no college
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Gee five all auto, I don't need pilot
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Cruise around the world, no street maleadge
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Anything we want then we buy it
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And if you can't relate, don't require it.
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And we've been riding for a long time, oh yeah
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And I'm so proud to say that you're mine
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Still right here, still here...
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Still Here
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| Juvenile |
