| I promise it comes with the guilt
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| How awesome is this narcissism?
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| You save your hard earnings to pay for these nigga’s opinions
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| Now look at me, look at me
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| Now look at me, look at me
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| I said it ain’t on me so I need more bottles
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| Okay these lames gon' see that I need more hotter
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| See I got it till 10 cause my T cost dollars
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| Swear my chain so big that it by my collar
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| Cold stunna,
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| Rose-gold for something
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| Concordes where the shit are these oceans 11's
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| Club jumping
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| And it’s like I got a black heart
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| Ever since I swiped that black card
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| And I gave that shit with 10 deals
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| Let these niggas know we in the building
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| Because I spend these 7 bills
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| Tryna give me all their feelings
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| All around me are familiar faces
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| Worn out places, worn out faces
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| Bright and early for the daily races
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| Going nowhere, going nowhere
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| Went to school and I was very nervous
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| No one knew me, no one knew me
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| Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
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| Look right through me, look right through me
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| Now look at me, look at me
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| Now look at me, look at me
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| Now look at me, look at me,
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| Ya ain’t pay up for no pussy but you pay for what she see
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| Yes, as far as I can see
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| But these broads jocking me is validating my conceit
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| Obviously show you rare
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| Don’t you wonder why she hit
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| Open bottles, open convos, open wallets, open legs
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| Open cleavage, open eyes, open wide, open thighs
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| Oh behave
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| My old school got more vroom than your new ride
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| Look at me, look at me
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| Now he creeping up the street
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| Got a thousand on that V, got you stunting on a G
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| Ran, damn, plan, scheme
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| Just to show you that he got it till they hot for that VI
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| Watch them plot it while they watching
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| Way before these bitches
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| Niggas dying over process,
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| Bitches dying for attention,
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| Niggas drop it just to plop em
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| Is it really that important, is it really that serious?
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| I’m curious, this really shit we livin for opinioners
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| All around me are familiar faces
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| Worn out places, worn out faces
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| Bright and early for the daily races
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| Going nowhere, going nowhere
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| Went to school and I was very nervous
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| No one knew me, no one knew me
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| Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
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| Look right through me, look right through me
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| Now look at me, look at me
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| Now look at me, look at me
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| How much vanity do you see?
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| We’re fucking up the club now, club now
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| Don’t stay on the Rose now, Rose now
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| They say how far we pulling in, pulling in
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| Watch me make me do me thing, do me thing
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| We’re fucking up the club now, club now
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| Don’t stay on the Rose now, Rose now
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| They say how far we pulling in, pulling in
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| Watch me make me do me thing, do me thing
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| Take it |