| «Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cup
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| All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck
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| Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall
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| If he up, watch him fall, I can’t fuck with y’all»
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| (Pussy ass hoe niggas) «I can’t fuck with y’all»
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| (Bitches all up in my business) «I can’t fuck with y’all»
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| (Industry of counterfeits) «I can’t fuck with y’all»
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| Taking off when you landing
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| Bitch niggas gonna throw tantrums
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| And I’m dancing on them stars
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| The galaxy ain’t got room for y’all
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| Ain’t nothing gonna happen soon for y’all
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| while I’m here, and every day I hear
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| your bullshit, self-pity
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| Reason why you never dealt with me
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| Reason why your girl dealt with me
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| Hands up in the building, we get busy, and say
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P, yep
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P, yep
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| That’s exactly what this sound like
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| A to the A to the L-I-Y
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| A-H, give it up two times
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| Then give it right back, don’t blow my high
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| Look at my life, then look at yours
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| Get some ambition, why you bored?
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| Time will never wait on no man
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| Society will never hold your hand
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| Niggas like to gossip like bitches
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| Got me thinking you don’t like bitches
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| Wonder what’s behind them Ray Bans
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| Eyes of a coward, I understand
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| Niggas like to gossip like bitches
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| Sip Don Perignon, when we finish, we say
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P, yep
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P, yep
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| That’s exactly what this sound like
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| But never will I ever forget Left Eye
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| Roll up, put a ribbon in the sky
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| and a button on your lips, don’t blow my high
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| Now everybody sing this shit
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| I’m sending him a four-page letter
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| and I enclose it with a kiss
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| And when I write, he’ll be better
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| Get it on time
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| Look at my life and look at yours
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| Get some ambition, why you bored?
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P
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| R-I-P Aaliyah, R-I-P |