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But that's to bad you get stuck with all at yourself you ain't no genius You want to find, you find me I'm home, but I
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But too bad, you get stuck with whores Look at yourself, you no genius You want to fly, you find me I'm home, I
But that's too bad, you get with whores Look at yourself, you ain't no You want to find, you won't me I'm coming home,
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You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the you gonna tell me something
Your close to fashion the, the cash flow How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know Your this close to fashion and the flow How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know
Your this close to fashion and the cash How the fuck you tell me what you don't know Your close to fashion, the cash flow How the fuck you tell me something, tell me something
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But that's too bad, you get with whores Look at yourself, you ain't no You want to find, you find me I'm home, hurt