[Hook: T-Pain]
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Honey, we got off on the wrong foot, baby
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Cause the relationship has been so good lately
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If I don’t do what I do, then who’s gon put food on the table?
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It is what it is, I’m just handling biz
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But I do what I do so we can live
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I only do what I do so we can live
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I only do what I do so we can live
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I only do what I do so we can live
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I only do what I do so we can live
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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
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Mama don’t work, heater don’t work
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Police pulled me over and said he seen weed on my shirt
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I pray to the lord and ask for forgiveness
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If he popped my trunk I can get a life sentence
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He came a little closer and told me that he smellin’ it
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I said “I rolled one up, I won’t insult your intelligence
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But I threw it out the window half a mile ago”
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He asked me when the last time I smoke, I said a while ago
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Forgive me officer, I’m stressin’ and my pockets sore
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Hurtin’, chillin’ with my dog like a fuckin’ Labrador
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He said he ain’t with the bull: matador
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Looked at the top of my car, like what this lighter for?
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I told him I was puttin’ girls up in the mornin’
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And I’m goin’ to my uncle’s house to see if he can join me
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The officer got a call so he was needed
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And he told me slow it down, and I told him please believe it
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Then I proceeded to go to my uncle’s house
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Well it really wasn’t my uncle, it was a junkie’s house
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He got a badass niece with a donkey now
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Pullin’ out the parking lot, headed to the other spot
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Out all night, addict with addicts, causin’ Havoc, I’m a Prodigy
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Niggas know we Mobbin’ Deep, gotta stay up when everyone fall asleep
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The good die young, and promises are hard to keep
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I left my old job, and now them niggas hardly speak
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I got a new job, and plus I’m making more a week
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The girl that I’m with is like a young Kimora Lee
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I got them folks fiendin’, pumpin’ that Jodeci
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Sippin’ and my soda pink, you niggas is toilet seat
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Check my resume, it used to say I sold quarter keys
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Conduct disorderly, stayin’ in the trap house
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Trips went to work, I’m so glad that it mapped out
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[Hook: T-Pain]
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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
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Simon says, monkey see monkey do
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I wore the shirt, you wore the same shirt too
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See me with my bitch, you buy your bitch the same purse
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Shoot you and your nigga, y’all can share the same hearse
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This that murder 1, mixed with the bubblegum
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Kept working my dun dun duns, come get your mama some
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Nigga, this that slum talk, some say we talks slums
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I rarely finish the end of my words
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Watch the rims hit on the curve
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And what a nigga really care about a lisp?
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People arguin’ over me while I’m layin’ in a bitch
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Death to a snitch, get it while you can (break) and shit
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Its 3:30 in the A.M.
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We’re just gettin’ started like when I had the van
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Bought the tour bus and put some niggas in the pass
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Your style good enough to put in a glass bag
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You know I’m getting’ mine, you should use a hashtag
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Flow off the hinges tryna fuck all her friendses
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Just killed her pussy, you gon’ have to use forensics
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Organized crime, you can put me in a lineup
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Plus I got dreads, I’ll pay a hundred for the line up
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[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
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Appetite for destruction, and I don’t a menu
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So far ahead of y’all niggas, I can see you in my rearview
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See you in my rearview one of your headlights out nigga
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I just got my first R&B bitch and got head all night with her
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She said she tired of the generic
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I say what up, she say what up, what up, you a parrot?
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I’m like “Bird ass girl, aren’t you sick of the rhetoric?”
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And if I ain’t arrogant, I’m out of my element
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So We Can Live
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| 2 Chainz |
