2,2,3,4,3,2,3,4,4,2,3,4
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I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter
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My house is four stories, I tell 'em I don't write 'em
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And my living room is white, my lies are much whiter
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My darkest secrets are bright, I need a sun visor
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I say "187", make your bitch run my errands
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I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's
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I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement
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I see hell out the window, man, this view is amazing
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And if I go back to jail, Persian rugs in my cell
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Got the world in my hands, it got all under my nails
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In a room full of stairs give 'em something to see
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I be so fucking faded, who washed the colors with bleach?
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Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in your teeth
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I been had the green light so don't jump in the street
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The world's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky
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Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you hoes
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Fuck all you hoes
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1 million, 2 million, 3, 4
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Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
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I'm throwing up gang signs, you can see I'm in my vomit
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And I'm cool right now but please don't change the climate
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'Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
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I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me
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Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B
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Unapologetic, I'm sorry for not being sorry
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You niggas old news, prehistoric
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I need Benadryl for my trigger finger, bad bitches for my home boys
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The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
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Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
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I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul
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Oh well, if snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
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My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
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Take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll 'em
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I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you bitches
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Fuck all you hoes
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Fuck all you hoes
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1 million, 2 million, 3, 4
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We ain't got no motive, we just killing y'all for nothing
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And my bitch got cotton mouth, you know them snakes cannot be trusted
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And I bet y'all niggas don't say shit because I'm feeling lucky
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And I still pray every night that aliens abduct me, Tunechi
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No Motive
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| Lil' Wayne |
