But I guess I don’t need that thought
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Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
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Go on take her, I don’t need her
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Kicking back in my two seater
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I’m through with ya… I don’t remember
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Nothing about you, amnesia
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I’ve moved on, adios
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Pop your bottles, make a toast
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Whole pockets filled up
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Non-nothin but dead folks.
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You thought that I was gonna save you
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Tried to play, but I played you
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I'm Louis V, D&G
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Look at you weed, bitch I made you!
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I’m cold hearted, no feelings,
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My Mclaren got no ceiling
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Fast life PAN AM, got everybody, freewheeling
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Panamera, new Ferrari, paint job, car key
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Two hoes half asian, two more, Venenzuelan
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Through with you ..and I kick rocks
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S1's on my tank top
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Ten bricks for this wrist watch
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Is over babe, straight drop
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(Wow! What da fuck? Ay yo "Who kid" run this shit back
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Goddamn!)
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But I guess I don’t need that thought
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Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
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Go on take her, I don’t need her
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Kicking back in my two seater
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I’m through with ya… I don’t remember
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Nothing about you, amnesia
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I’ve moved on, adios
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Pop your bottles, make a toast
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Whole pockets filled up
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Non-nothin but dead folks.
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You thought that I was gonna save you
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Tried to play, but I played you
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I'm Louis V, D&G
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Look at you weed, bitch I made you!
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I’m cold hearted, no feelings,
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My Mclaren got no ceiling
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Fast life PAN AM, got everybody, freewheeling
|
Panamera, new Ferrari, paint job, car key
|
Two hoes half asian, two more, Venenzuelan
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Through with you ..and I kick rocks
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S1's on my tank top
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Ten bricks for this wrist watch
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Is over babe, straight drop
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Chorus:
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But you didn’t have to cut me off
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Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
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And I don’t even need your love
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But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
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No you didn’t have to stoop so low
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Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
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I guess that I don’t need that thought
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Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
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Money, money, money man
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I got DCs… Crocodiles on both feet, call peter.
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Living life screwed up..whole living
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You spread rumors, tell a lie
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But that bullshit I’m too fly
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My heart cold, I don’t feel nothing in, I’m paralyzed.
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You can have her I cut her off
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She don’t know how to treat a boss
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I move pounds like…
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Get high, before I record
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..on my face
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…on my waste
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Like you more guilty
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I bought the… that little space.
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You’re playing games, changing notes
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And I ain’t got time for it
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Drop, drop the top, I need head room
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Fresh… on my bad…
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I got real hoe with long weave and money spent on them tattoos.
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Chorus:
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But you didn’t have to cut me off
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Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
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And I don’t even need your love
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But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
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No you didn’t have to stoop so low
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Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
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I guess that I don’t need that though
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Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
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Yeah! I, I ain’t in love with bloodsucker
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Bleed this pack, stay by the rubber
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You can look, never let ‘em touch yee
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Thinking about all day, mother fucking
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Roll over eggs, roll, chill
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Need room to breathe like fish skills
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Get, get ‘em new
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Once they gave them away good will
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High heels… got that ass moving in 3D
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..everything so crazy
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Got, got invited for me like..
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..throw it out, hot froze
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…beauty and the beast, I love hoes
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That shit I don’t like, do everything for…
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I scream, but my eyes clean, and my cake … is for appetite
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Oblivious… whole thing
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..that thirty eight in my Vera Yang
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Used To Know (Remix)
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| Akon |
