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