Lyric
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Rihanna
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just
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hit
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me
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on
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a
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text.
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Last
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night
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I
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left
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hickeys
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on
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her
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neck.
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Wait,
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you
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just
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dissed
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me?
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I'm
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perplexed.
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Insult
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me
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in
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a
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line,
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compliment
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me
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in
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the
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next.
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Damn,
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I'm
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I
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really
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sorry
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you
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want
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me
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to
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have
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a
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heart
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attack.
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Was
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watchin'
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8
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Mile
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on
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my
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NordicTrack.
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Realized
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I
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forgot
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to
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call
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you
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back.
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Here's
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that
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autograph
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for
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your
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daughter,
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I
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wrote
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it
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on
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a
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Starter
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cap.
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Stan,
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Stan,
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son.
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Listen
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man,
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Dad
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isn't
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mad.
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But
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how
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you
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gonna'
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name
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yourself
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after
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a
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damn
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gun.
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And
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have
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a
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man
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bun?
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The
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giant's
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woke
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eyes
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open,
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undeniable.
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Supplyin'
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smoke,
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got
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the
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fire
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stoked.
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Say
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you
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got
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me
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in
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a
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scope
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but
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you
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grazed
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me.
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I
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say
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one
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call
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to
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inerscope
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and
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you're
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Swayze.
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Your
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reply
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got
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the
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crowd,
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yelling,
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Woo!
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So
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before
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you
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die
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let's
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see
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who
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can
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out-
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petty
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who.
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With
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your
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corny
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lines
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ow,
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Kelly
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ooh.
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But
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I'm
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45
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and
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I'm
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still
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outselling
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you.
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By
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29
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I
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had
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three
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albums
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that
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had
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blew.
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Now
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let's
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talk
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about
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something
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I
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dont't
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really
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do.
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Go
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in
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someone's
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daughter's
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mouth
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stealing
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food.
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But
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your
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a
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f#ckin
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mole
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hill.
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Now
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I'ma
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mountain
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out
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of
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you,
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woo!
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Ho
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chill,
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actin
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like
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you
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put
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the
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chrome
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barrel
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next
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to
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the
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bone
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marrow.
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Gunner?
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B#tch
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you
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ain't
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a
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bow
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and
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arrow.
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Say
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you'll
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run
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up
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on
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me
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like
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a
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phone
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bill,
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sprayin'
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lead.
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Playin'
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dead,
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that's
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the
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only
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time
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you
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hold
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still.
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Are
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you
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eating
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cereal
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or
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oatmeal?
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What
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the
|
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Lyric
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f#cks
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in
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the
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bowl,
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milk?
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Wheeties
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or
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Cheerios?
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Cause
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I'm
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taking
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a
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shit
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in
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em',
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Kelly
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I
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need
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reading
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material.
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Dictionary.
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Yo,
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Slim,
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your
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last
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four
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albums
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sucked.
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Go
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back
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to
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recovery,
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oh
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shoot,
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that
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was
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three
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albums
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ago.
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What
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do
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you
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know?
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Oops.
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Know
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your
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facts
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before
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you
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come
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at
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me,
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lil'
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goof.
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Luxury,
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oh
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you
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broke
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b#tch?
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Yeah
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I
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had
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enough
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money
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in
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02'.
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To
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burn
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it
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in
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front
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of
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you,
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ho.
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Younger
|
me?
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No,
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you
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whack
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me,
|
it's
|
funny
|
but
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so
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true.
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I'd
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rather
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be
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80
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year
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old
|
me
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than
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20
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year
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old
|
you.
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Til
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I'm
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hitting
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old
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age.
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Still
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can
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fill
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a
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whole
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10
|
year
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old's
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rage.
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Got
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more
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fans
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than
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you
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in
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your
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own
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city,
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lil'
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kiddy,
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go
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play.
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Feel
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like
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I'm
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babbysitting
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Lil '
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Tay.
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Got
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the
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Diddy
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okay
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so
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you
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spent
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your
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whole
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day.
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Shootin'
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a
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video
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just
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so
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f#ckin'
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dig
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your
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own
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grave.
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Got
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you
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at
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your
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own
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wake,
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I'm
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the
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billy
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goat.
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You
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ain't
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never
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made
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a
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list
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next
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to
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no
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Biggie,
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no
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Jay.
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Next
|
to
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Taylor
|
Swift
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and
|
that
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Iggy
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ho,
|
you
|
about
|
to
|
really
|
blow.
|
Kelly
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they'll
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be
|
putting
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your
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name.
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Next
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to
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Ja,
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next
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to
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Benzino-
|
die,
|
motherf#cker!
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Like
|
the
|
last
|
motherf#cker
|
sayin'
|
Hailie
|
in
|
vain.
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Alien
|
brain,
|
you
|
Satanist
|
( yeah ).
|
My
|
biggest
|
flops
|
are
|
your
|
greatest
|
hits.
|
The
|
game's
|
mine
|
again
|
and
|
ain't
|
nothin'
|
changed
|
but
|
the
|
locks.
|
So
|
before
|
I
|
say
|
this
|
b#tch
|
I,
|
mwah,
|
give
|
Jade
|
a
|
kiss.
|
Gotta'
|
wake
|
up
|
labor
|
day
|
to
|
this.
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