| Told her behold the prsence of a king
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| She gon' bow down and get right on her knees
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| Got a brick on my neck and my wrist a quarter key
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| We aimin' above the neck, you best move accordingly (Bah)
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| We got this shit on lock, baby, like quarantine
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| Hold on, wait, I’m just chillin' with your main bitch, yeah
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| I know I’m the G.O.A.T. |
| and I’m the greatest, yeah
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| I don’t gotta brag, don’t gotta say shit, yeah (Uh)
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| I know I look sad up in a spaceship, yeah (Uh)
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| That’s because my mind, it be racin', yeah
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| That’s because my mind, it be racin', yeah
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| That’s because my mind, it be racin', yeah
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| That’s because my mind, it be racin', yeah
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| That’s because my mind, it be racin', yeah
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| Africa, bungee jumpin' off of a thin rope, uh
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| You could be my girl, but in public, it’s kinfolk
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| Can’t get in my feelings 'bout shit and that’s how it go
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| Half a million, upgrade your closet from Kenneth Cole
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| Keep it real, I wanna have some sex on a boat
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| Pushin' it inside you until you say, «Ayy, oh»
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| Ever since I called you my girl, you’ve been rockin' Rollies
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| Pateks and plain jane AP’s and rose gold
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| She say, «I can’t wait to leave here with you if you die»
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| I don’t wanna be nowhere near when you cry
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| Keep it real, I bought you a ring last night
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| But I don’t want you thinkin' that you was a wife
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| I’m not here to cap, hit a key, baby, high, high
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| Throw away your car, got a new one to ride, ride
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| Know when I’m with you, she can’t even get a hi, hi
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| And if I’m not with you, I can’t get a hi, hi
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| Baby, you can quit callin' my phone
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| Ain’t no more lovin' back home
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| Leave a fuckin' message at the dial tone
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I swear I don’t feel here (Feel)
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| It can get real weird (Real)
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| Bein' trapped in your own head (Yeah)
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| Bein' trapped in your own head
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| (I'm trapped in my head) |