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Pulling tricks about my bag |
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X-nay on the |
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Jag Pulling back them tags |
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Everything new, feeling never gets old |
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Yellow go whites |
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Everything, everything slipping from my fingers |
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Always a gentleman, always distinguished |
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Everything, everything new, think like a heathen |
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Speak like a gingis sultry |
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O'Neil Everything, everything new |
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Coupon steel like a braces |
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Funny how you think this |
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Came over night tho, |
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Just came through the right door |
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Now they're tryin' to push me left |
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I'm trying to get it right more |
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Some days |
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I think I'm loony, or some kind of psycho |
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Haters got me vexing |
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Loading up this rifle |
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I'm thinking that |
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I might go |
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Dump getting drunk and in hate mode |
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Cruising through the flat slow |
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Pulling tricks about my bag |
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X-nay on the |
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Jag Pulling back them tags |
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Everything new, feeling never gets old |
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Yellow go whites |
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Everything, everything slipping from my fingers |
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Always a gentleman, always distinguished |
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Everything, everything new, think like a heathen |
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Speak like a gingis sultry |
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O'Neil Everything, everything new |
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And I could take it over but |
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I'm thinking bout a lot more |
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Everything is not fault |
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Me I be honest, but |
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I'm a try to get it all |
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Gee, I'll be on it |
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I can feel the money coming, pause it |
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This is just the calm before the storm gets |
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Crazy dollar bills fall, let me get my charmslet |
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Ask them why they coming |
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Young nigga owes heads man cause they lost it |
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I didn't like your post-it |
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Then blow your |
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Ts never crossed it |
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Pulling tricks about my bag |
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X-nay on the |
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Jag Pulling back them tags |
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Everything new, feeling never gets old |
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Yellow go whites |
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Everything, everything slipping from my fingers |
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Always a gentleman, always distinguished |
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Everything, everything new, think like a heathen |
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Speak like a gingis sultry |
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O'Neil Everything, everything new |
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Everything, everything new |
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Everything, everything new |
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She want everything too |
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Comes about that zoo |
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Making fur lynx, gator on that shoe |
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She got haters on her too |
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They be coming out the blue |
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What the hell you gonna do |
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When everything new |
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Just keep quiet and let that money talk |
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Get the hell up in this two seater |
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Sweep through this city like a group |
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This city, mind it till |
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I lay up in that tomb |
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Then I pass it on the |
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Pulling tricks about my bag |
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X-nay on the |
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Jag Pulling back them tags |
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Everything new, feeling never gets old |
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Yellow go whites |
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Everything, everything slipping from my fingers |
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Always a gentleman, always distinguished |
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Everything, everything new, think like a heathen |
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Speak like a gingis sultry |
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O'Neil Everything, everything new |
