| I seen that you tryna to get away
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| You go way up, you go way up
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| I see that you tryna get away
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| And go way up, and go way up
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| I know that you’re tryna to get away, away
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| Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up
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| I know you tryna get way up
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| I know you tryna make a way out
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| Little mama from the Eastside
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| Had to make it out and realize
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| Mama workin' three jobs, only see her in the night
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| There was times where we ain’t have it, grindin' for a better life
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| No, I wasn’t into finer things
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| My money drenched me in designer things
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| Baby, I get fly, yeah I stay up
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| Baby, I get high, I go way up
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| Did it, did it, did it on my own
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| Now it’s kinda hard to get me on the phone
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| Now all these rappers wanna fuck me
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| If he fuck me, then he lucky
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| Never let another bum nigga close to touch me
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| I grind for it so it’s how I give it up
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| I come forward, you know I ain’t givin' up
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| Every nigga wanna see her
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| All these bitches wanna be her
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| And it ain’t it my fault, badass boss bitch jigga like me
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| Get a lineup and I score with any nigga I pre
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| Seducer, somethin' like Medusa
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| Fly me out to Cuba, then you meet me in Aruba
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| Baby take me to Ibiza, Paris to see Mona Lisa
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| Bitches say, «Look how he treat her
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| I believe that nigga need her»
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| I know that you’re tryna to get away, away
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| Way up, way up, I know you want to get way up
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| I know you tryna get way up
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| I know you tryna make a way out |