| She’s got everything that
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| She could ever need
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| Champagne sipping
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| Lifestyle’s a fantasy
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| High off money and love
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| It just don’t mean a thing
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| That’s why I’m leaving
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| That’s why I’m leaving you
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| Yo, now everybody knows
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| This girl is famous for her stunts
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| She never waits in line at the club
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| But she always gets the jump
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| Instead of having a soul
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| She relies on the soul inside of her pumps
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| Party all night, fall asleep, at breakfast wasted
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| Just to wake up way past lunch
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| I hate what she does
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| But I love how she does it
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| Keep going round like a bad piece of a luggage
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| When I say bad piece of luggage
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| I mean pretty piece of luggage
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| But it’s pretty till you gottta lug it
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| Yeah, with the wrong girl, at the right time
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| I’m just gonna let the light shine
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| Cause yeah she’s fine like Blake Lively
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| But I could never make her wifey, nah
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| Now every man hopes to find the one chick that he loves
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| And the problem with me is I used to try find that chick at the club
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| And I never call a woman no bitch
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| But the situation is
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| That after a couple of shots I tend to speak in expletives
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| I’m guilty living my life
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| Loving all the wrong places
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| And I’m guilty at giving my heart to the girls that only have the right faces
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| And the right hips, the right waist, and the right bag, with the right bracelet
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| And yeah she’s fine like Blake Lively
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| But I could never make her wifey, nah
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| I never, never, never met nobody nobody like you
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| That ain’t no compliment
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| That’s the truth
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| You’re nothing but a cold heart covered in gold
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| That’s why, that’s why, that’s why
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| That’s why I’m leaving you |