| Lace 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 the fabric
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| I don’t feel greater
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| To my plush pieces
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| 'Cause you to suck your teeth
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| So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging
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| 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
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| I burned 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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| And why to Miami? |
| 'Cause. |
| .
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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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| I see you 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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| Escabon folding cash
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| Toasting wit my entourage
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| Went for Robin Armitage
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| To all my stars
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| Red carpet to the Larmitage
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| We throwin' red dice
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| At the Mirage
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| I pull that red Lamborghini
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| Or twenties out my garage
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| Instead of shopping South Beach like and Terror Squad
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| We the Best! |
| big pippin
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| Top down chrome spinnin
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| Top Gun Tom Cruise
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| Tucked inside my Gucci linen
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| Nope
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| Jess Romo you tryin' a shine
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| Up on with the nine
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| On your jersey for promo
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| Jessica Simpson that’s so-so
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| Nick warner’s (baby back)
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| Wit that lo so
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| Devil white
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| 5−0 they catch me at the pro bowl on the field diamonds
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| Choking the jockey on my polo
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| CB let em know though
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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 to ballers two steppin
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| Ladies on the float and all in two steppin
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| From Malay to Harlem two stepping (echo)
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| So I' stop cause we made it where the ladies are
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| We start with Bellini’s and end with Patron shots
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| H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart
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| A-life tag popper
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| It’d be sad not to walk out the store with bags
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| Worth a 100 cash, shopping
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| Balance only would have to
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| Have to swell you up
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| Before a pea snaps as you wet a vanilla dutch
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| Mets cap, that’s Queens, I’m a vet
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| Bet that, 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
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| 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 |