Laced in "Macy's-Don't-Have-It"
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A hatred addict
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I need faces mad with frowns
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When I'm around
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Or I'm wasting fabric
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I don't feel great until my Plush Pieces
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'Cause you to suck your teeth
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So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging mean nothing
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Women dream I'm your husband
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I'm Alex Pushkin
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The black poetry-writing Russian
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Ice disgusting
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I started bling
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How could you question my direction
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Or my time for collection
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Gangstas two-steppin'
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You hate me
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Should thank me
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But lately I burn so much trees
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I keep environmentalists angry
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I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder
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Your best success is my worst blunder
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Y'all living trendy on pennies
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I cop plenty Fendi
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Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
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Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
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Dre & Cool, we riding heavy
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NY to Miami 'Cause . . .
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Chorus (C. Brown)
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(We make the world go round)
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Now let's toast to the hustlers
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(We make the world go round)
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Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
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(We make the world go round)
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Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
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(We make the world go round)
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And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
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(We make the world go round)
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(The Game)
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I see The haters on the floor jockin my swag
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I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags
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I'm pouring champagne inside a polo glass
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Model bitches rollin grass
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Escobarin' foldin' cash
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Toasting wit my entourage
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Went from Robbing Armored Cars
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To arming Stars
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Red carpet, to the L'Hermitage, to throwin red dice at the Mirage
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I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
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Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad
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Big pippin, Top down chrome spinnin
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Top Gun Tom Cruise Tucked inside my Gucci linen
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No *Homo* just Romo
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You tryin' to shine, I'll put the 9 on your jersey for promo
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Jessica Simpson that's so-so
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Nick want his baby back but thats lo so.
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Tell Hawaii 5-0 To catch me at the pro bowl
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on the field diamonds choking the jockey on my polo
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CB let em know though
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(Chorus)
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(We make the world go round)
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Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
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(We make the world go round)
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Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
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(We make the world go round)
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And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
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(We make the world go round)
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We make the world go round From my town to your town
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We on top no stopping us now
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We got patron the ballers two steppin
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Ladies on the floor and all in two steppin
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From Malay to Harlem two stepping [echo]
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So Iced out easy to put them haters out
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(Nas)
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We start with Bellini's and end with Patron shots
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H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Hearts
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A-life tag popper
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It be sad not to walk out the store with bags worth a 100 cash, shopping
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Violence only when hafta, hafta to swell you up
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Prefer Peach Schnapps, Pierre-Jouet or Vanilla Dutch
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Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet, Bet that
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300 carats the average up on the neck, black
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Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
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Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
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Top down, new fashion
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Seeing me is like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera
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Light flashing, and I'm laughin'
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My plaque's from album sales
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Y'all is ringtone platinum
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But .99 cents adds up
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I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
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The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track, what!
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Now let's toast to the hustlers
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(We make the world go round)
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Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
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(We make the world go round)
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Tell them gangstas, toast to the ballers
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(We make the world go round)
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And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
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(We make the world go round)
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Make The World Go Round
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Nas |