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N-ggas wanna be friends, how coincidental.  A young king, pay me in gold. These n-ggas be droppin songs they aint even cold. F-ck it me and Nicki Nick gettin married today. And all you b-tches that be hating can catch a bouquet. I swear this sh-t is as fun as it looks. Im really tryna make it more than what it is, cause everybody dies but not everybody lives. I heard you good with them soft lips. Say my name, say my name, wear it out. I might just put up with the arguing and stay for real. You with all those curves and me without no breaks. Tell them b-tches that youll always be my misses. The hardest part about the f-cking business is minding your own. Even when I throw them deuces up, you just send it back around. I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug. All up in yo face, man I hate to put you through it. |
