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Swear to God I touched down

All around the world, song
Killa Cali nigga, same
A-T-L, same
Real-adelphia dude all around the world

London, England, of France
And all points between they know about man
Konichiwa when I'm out in Japan, I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro
I am piss poor nigga from the but I blew
Now I bounce up and down Crenshaw
Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or
Bathrobe, slippers in the like weed

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

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

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

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

Sade, don't you know I love you sweet
All the world

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

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

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

Same, same, same song song song