[Drake:]
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I'm the fuckin man, you don't get it do ya?
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Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
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Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch
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Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura
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Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too
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Clubbing hard, Fuckin' women ain't much to do
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Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne
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Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed
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How you feel? how you feel? how you feel?
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Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil uhh
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I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself
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Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'mma do it for the Bay, okay
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Getting paid well holla whenever that stop
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My team good, we don't really need a mascot
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Tell Tune a¢æ©«light one, pass it like a relaya¢æ?
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YMCMB you niggas more YMCA
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Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo
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Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbo, shout to Gibo
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We got Santa Margarita by the liter
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She know even if I'm fuckin with her, I don't really need her
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Aohhh, That's how you feel man?
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That's really how you feel?
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Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
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I mean maybe she won't
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Then again maybe she will
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I can almost guarantee she know the deal,
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Real nigga what's up?
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[Drake - Chorus:]
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Now she want a photo
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You already know though
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You only live once: that's the motto nigga YOLO and
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We bout it every day, every day, every day
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Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play
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Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
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Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
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Real nigga what's up?
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[Lil Wayne:]
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One, time fuck one time
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I'm calling niggas out like the umpire
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Seven, grams in the blunt
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Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
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It's Eastside, we in this bitch
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Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch
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And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
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That's my MO add a B to that shit
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I'm fucked up, torn down
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I'm twisted: door knob
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Talk stupid, off with your head!
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Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! Yea!
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I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun
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Energizer bunny
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Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar
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Ain't shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers
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I tongue kiss her other tongue
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Skeet skeet skeet: water gun
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Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi
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[Drake - Chorus:]
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Now she want a photo
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You already know though
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You only live once: that's the motto nigga YOLO and
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We bout it every day, every day, every day
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Like we sittin on the bench, nigga we don't really play
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Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
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Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
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Real nigga what's up what's up what's up
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[Tyga:]
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T Raw, skinny nigga big balls
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Fuck around get dragged, Ru Paul
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You a funny little nigga, Duval
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Out of this world, Total Recall
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Call a bitch raw dick let her see-saw
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Sorta like a donkey like an ass nigga he-haw
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Ridin round in the 'rari with the top off
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While you in the window man I'm probably on my next car
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Ay! Mighty duck with the ice on
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Real L.A. nigga trucks with the gun drawn
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Drawin on your face you a clown jack in the box
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Boy that's your bop she my new poom poom star
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Stars in the back and my homies they don't act
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Actin brand new fuck her never call her back
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Matt Forte got the bitch running back
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Man that's the motto you ain't know it's like that?
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[Drake - Chorus:]
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Now she want a photo
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You already know though
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You only live once: that's the motto nigga YOLO and
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We bout it every day, every day, every day
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Like we sittin on the bench, nigga we don't really play
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Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say
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Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way
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Real nigga what's up what's up what's up
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The Motto (Remix)
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Drake |