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this is for all the fans that waited

the bitch niggas that hated

all hoes we dated

look mama, we made it!

your son out in barbados

cheese eggs and potatoes

smoking weed in the beaches, my mind working like playdos

analyzing the world

fantasising by girls

I’m handing diamonds and pearls

vandalizing her curls

sweating her weave out

moes that she breathes out

doing the parties with over and seas out

I step over parana

death over designer

they killin' niggas for J’s

that’s death over desinger

hey, Cole! he enough like that leftover lasania

remember when I used to be stressed over Dewana

now a nigga only text in distress over Rihanna’s

I’m talking 10's and better

all them Niggas tems and sweater

and we always argue about the same thing

tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing, same thing, yea…

nobody’s perfect, uh.

nobody’s perfect, ay, ay, uh.

babe, but you perfect for me.

nobody’s perfect, uh.

nobody’s perfect, ay, ay, uh.

babe, but you perfect for me.

we roling.

we riding.

we like to go

inside and

I like to go

all night and

we rock the boat inside and

I like to call your name, name, name.

ay, baby, I like to call your name, name, name, uh.

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