| Who the fuck said you was invited?
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| It was uncut and you just defiled it
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| End of the night, let’s try to revive it
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| We’ll make it home, you know we’ll survive it
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| No time for insights, stopped at the red light
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| Everyone jumped out the ride
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| Shook but I’m hype, never been the type
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| So bitch get the fuck out the car
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| John Belushi shades on, flying on the FDR
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| Gucci Guilty cologne, a bitch named Caviar
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| Loyal to the game now she’s fucking with the King of Hearts
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| Good pussy, cleaning my wallows while I’m writing darts
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| Feeling like Don Johnson, that man from Miami Vice
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| Casinos, they stop all bets when they hand me dice
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| Ferragamo foot rugs, two couples in the black Wraith
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| White Range Rover, two white boys in blackface
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| B Ez, we bumpin' Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees
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| Bitch sniffed all my fuckin' coke bein' greedy (Fuck outta here)
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| I grabbed the jacket, she grabbed the Fiji
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| And threw up Domino’s pizza all on the TV
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| Said, «Fuck you Ghostface», and cracked my CV
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| She took one leg out the car and took that pee pee
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| Told my man behind the wheel she’s feelin' freaky
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| His girl said, «Uh uh, bitch, fuck you Kiki»
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| This is a downpour not scatty showers
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| Dipped in a min and soaked in an hour
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| Mash out the windows, here comes the sirens
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| Started off quiet, now we’re on fire |