| Yeah, It’s good shit you can’t smoke a Newport to
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| You can’t get like, you know, 65 cent on a pack
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| Gotta get a pack of Dunhills
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| When it come in the flat box
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| That costs some money
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| My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z
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| I just got to be your lady
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| Excuse me, what’s your name?
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| Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae
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| Baby (Excuse me, sir. Can I come? Possibly?
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| Take you out? |
| Do some stuff? |
| Can I take you out tonight?)
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| Bet you ain’t know from the way that I stepped in
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| The light shown from the second floor down the door that I write, nah
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| ?Ignoring? |
| to the fact that I’m so cute
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| Boots to the calf? |
| half top, jeans and a bag
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| Only thing missing is the ring on the finger
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| Partying single, getting drunk like Steve Buscemi in The Wedding Singer
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| Now I need somebody next to me dancing, handsome
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| Love his mama, no drama, don’t need a mansion
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| Trust, I need romancin' plus a weekend camping trip
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| We could go half on a cabin in that sh--
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| But Jean don’t ski, and neither does he
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| So we lamp in the hot tub? |
| switching? |
| it all passion
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| Hold your floss level down, man
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| I’m more concerned with being your girl than what you earning
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| Jean’s different, pass on the Escalade grill
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| Pop up in the Caddy '68 Coupe de ville
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| Excuse me
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| My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z
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| I just got to be your lady
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| Baby
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| My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z
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| I just got to be your lady
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| Excuse me, what’s your name?
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| I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae
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| Baby, what’s your name?
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| Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae
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| All your friends like, «Who's that you with? |
| She’s not stupid
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| Plus her beat’s hotter and spit better than you, kid»
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| Now you’re fronting like Cupid ain’t shot ya, Jean’s gotcha
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| All giggly on the phone, your tone’s softer
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| We ain’t even bone and the and the zone it just grows closer
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| Dinner, movies, the backseat, arm on my shoulder
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| Ask me, questions, now we’re talking relations past
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| Laughing at the stories and my lack of patience, you
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| See the drama got you on not dating
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| Cause the home training lacking in these hoes so you waiting
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| For a girl who ain’t crazy, smarter than the average lady
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| Ambitious, but still get high, analyze Jay-Z
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| Smiley faces every time he IM’s me
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| Either brother’s a winner or the prize box is empty
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| Let the blunt burn
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| Dog, 1−2 'n 3, you live and you learn
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| Excuse me
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| My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z
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| I just got to be your lady
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| Baby
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| My name’s Jean Grae, remade Jay-Z
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| I just got to be your lady
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| Excuse me, what’s your name?
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| I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae
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| Jean Grae
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| Baby, what’s your name?
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| Cause I see some brothers tonight that should be hanging with Jean Grae
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| Jean Grae
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| Love, let’s go, have fun daughter, disorder
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| Bought fully, chalk weight, wipe it with eraser, clean slate
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| Cause I’m done writing for right now
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| Remember, open book test when you can read me, it’s allowed
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| Boy, you got the heart that’s been sitting cold for a while
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| I’m 'bout to hand the cop a key and leave you one on the speed dial
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| About to make the sheets crease, make our leasing the same
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| Before I sign the papers, wait, what’s your name?
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| Yea, so this is that ish that you drink Cristal to, but I can’t cause,
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| I don’t have any money, so… This is that ish you drink like, um, Sprite to.
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| Does it really matter what you’re drinking when you listen to the song? |
| Right.
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| 'Scuse me! |
| Yea! |
| Alright, we out |