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Swear to God I just touched

All the world, same song
Cali nigga, same song
A-T-L, same
dude it's all around the world

London, England, of France
And all between they know about your man
Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo like Ichiro
I am poor nigga from the hood but I blew
Now I bounce six-fours up and Crenshaw
me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri
Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby weed

Your man'll stand manta ray, a steak
And handlin' the stand about five-eight
Five-nine, fine wine, fine dine either that or I'm mixin' in
to buy time, ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali
Brunchin' at the 4 Seasons, off the
When it's back home nigga to the zone
Nigga back to the books to the that took me

All the world
bombers
Detroit
Chi-Town, all around the

it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A
Party at eight, when I stay
Pool look like a Beyonce's
A fiancres, I'm the new DeVante
Come and to me, mami in the ea-sy
Garant, I hope, she too young
twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her
I'm just to show her how a baller and a roller

Sleep one place, the pie to keep the engine
Runnin' then I up in Martha's Vineyard
Same this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas
Reminisce the time my Mom couldn't spend Christmas
Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish
Anywhere in the world, for my girl
Forever my lady, blind and crazy
A ticket and you pay to see D - Sade

Sade, don't you know I love you Sade
All around the

it ain't where you from yo it's where you at
Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't
It's real killers out in Cali, some just act
Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the
players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed
Slackin' on they mackin', haven for hoes
Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them folks
Gangsters, come on Charlie I know

Shit it ain't about your or borough
It's 'bout if you really as and if you are, holla at your boy
I put my on my heart, that means I feel you
recognize real and you lookin' familiar
I'ma nigga but I do it to death
I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey at Chef's
One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up
Then we party the sun don't set

We gon' take you all the world
It's the song, everywhere
It's the song
We take you all around the world, same song
song
Same
All around the

Same, same, same song song song