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Spend a lot of at the tattoo shop on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on concert tickets And I might just fly to To hang with a friend of shades hide the party I had at my spot night At 4:30 make it to Grace Jones day I so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired Starbucks please I'm so Tryina the world, aye
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We all try to be different but we're all Sharing art and love we all bleed red When I hit the club, promise to show me No matter who you are, y'all can get Meet a new stranger, make a new Never know a friend to the end American to London and again Wave your when you wave your flag That's right, I said wave love When you your flag, be rich
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness in here Point to your
She so of the curb get on her nerves A store for furs And I'm hoping that knows her worth my she deserve of this that's and mores with the riff raff of course Bills fall behind For the and the fashion forward OK, OK for the photo Havana tryna find a couple Soho's Approximately, my street, just me The do, but cabs don't I'm dark skin Dior, Margiela, Givenchy Cool in costumes is how I see it Street, I'm just playing some Nasir If I ruled the world build a ghetto non fear And Complex will cover Obama and And the only lucrative Is to fucking on me
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