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Get the cream, get the Get the cars, he to go far But how far is too far
Come here love, love, let me holla at you 'Cause what you got is more than a dollar or two Soil another nigga's usually I wouldn't do But you my girl and I can tell its bothering you
This mother, ah must think that he a to you You got vision but boys blockin' the I he payin' yo tuition Payin' to get the car
He got or is he pulp fiction he be strip clubs Trickin' like he got big pub Is it his image or him that you in love
You on some shit but you was never I ain't superficial when due is trip what a chick do You don't his mind the way he looks And you said his breath stinks
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