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You know I met her in Miami, that?s my baby
She know a young nigga ballin? just like McGrady
I?m tryna give her the keys to that Mercedes
I take her over the seas because I?m wavy
And we not really in love but we go crazy
Shawty I can?t blame you, you can?t blame me
Shawty I can?t play you, you can?t play me
?Cause you do your thing two, I do my thing three
Any way that you put it, look it?s the same thing
B***h I?m wavy, I done pulled up in the ?cedes
Pockets on young and rich, let a nigga hate me
I?ma young rich nigga, can?t believe I made it
Man I came from Kraft dinner to eating KD
Sleeping on the floor mats in the basement
Life hit me hard and I had to face it
I could never tell you niggas what them days did
You was with a nigga through the time I wasted
Smoked up, drinked up, I was wasted

Fame on the way and I could nearly taste it
They left me for dead, I could never rate it
Hit the block with me, niggas with me, they did
I just came from the bottom and it?s back to basics
Shawty held me down, now when I?m famous
I just wanna ball hard, I know where my lane is
I?m feeling sedated, you got me waiting
Shawty you know you?re fine
And yeah you know you remind me of a bad little baby
Touching and tasting, when I get you alone
I send tingles up your spine and baby you know I
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?Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming
?Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming
You know she my baby (thought you knew that)
I ain?t bullshittin? versuri-lyrics.info
Met her in Miami walking outta finger lickin? (nyamin?)
Half innocent, half Video vixen(.. to a hoe)
Low mileage, p***y she want commitment (woah)
I don?t know too much about love
Ay, I?m from Memphis ? where your girlfriend and b***h friend a witness and co-defendant (big facts)
S**t crazy, the world that we live in (damn)
Snitches still livin? while real niggas get sentenced
?Fore I made it out the gutter I was dreaming
They love me for dead, I point out the hating (hating)
Fast forward things, blues bustin? out the jean (jean)
I bet on myself first, now I?m all in (bet on me)
Will you be my b-a-b-y?
All them h**s man and I see why (yeah)
I was switching planes, mid lanes of the G5 (touring)
Good in any hood from the south to the east sideee.

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