| Pulling tricks about my bag
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| X-nay on the Jag
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| Pulling back them tags
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| Everything new, feeling never gets old
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| Yellow go whites
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| Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
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| Always a gentleman, always distinguished
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| Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
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| Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
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| Everything, everything new
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| Coupon steel like a braces
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| Funny how you think this
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| Came over night tho,
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| Just came through the right door
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| Now they’re tryin' to push me left
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| I’m trying to get it right more
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| Some days I think I’m loony, or some kind of psycho
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| Haters got me vexing
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| Loading up this rifle
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| I’m thinking that I might go
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| Dump getting drunk and in hate mode
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| Cruising through the flat slow
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| Pulling tricks about my bag
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| X-nay on the Jag
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| Pulling back them tags
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| Everything new, feeling never gets old
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| Yellow go whites
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| Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
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| Always a gentleman, always distinguished
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| Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
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| Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
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| Everything, everything new
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| And I could take it over but I’m thinking bout a lot more
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| Everything is not fault
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| Me I be honest, but I’m a try to get it all
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| Gee, I’ll be on it
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| I can feel the money coming, pause it
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| This is just the calm before the storm gets
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| Crazy dollar bills fall, let me get my charmslet
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| Ask them why they coming
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| Young nigga owes heads man cause they lost it
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| I didn’t like your post-it
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| Then blow your Ts never crossed it
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| Pulling tricks about my bag
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| X-nay on the Jag
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| Pulling back them tags
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| Everything new, feeling never gets old
|
| Yellow go whites
|
| Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
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| Always a gentleman, always distinguished
|
| Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
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| Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
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| Everything, everything new
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| Everything, everything new
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| Everything, everything new
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| She want everything too
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| Comes about that zoo
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| Making fur lynx, gator on that shoe
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| She got haters on her too
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| They be coming out the blue
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| What the hell you gonna do
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| When everything new
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| Just keep quiet and let that money talk
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| Get the hell up in this two seater
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| Sweep through this city like a group
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| This city, mind it till I lay up in that tomb
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| Then I pass it on the
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| Pulling tricks about my bag
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| X-nay on the Jag
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| Pulling back them tags
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| Everything new, feeling never gets old
|
| Yellow go whites
|
| Everything, everything slipping from my fingers
|
| Always a gentleman, always distinguished
|
| Everything, everything new, think like a heathen
|
| Speak like a gingis sultry O’Neil
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| Everything, everything new |