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as you get two dimes 'cause you got two highs Two niggas want to smoke, so you got two lies Think you see two hoes 'cause hoes got to smoke too Hope you
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be so perfect next to you How can i love you (How can i love you girl) How can i kiss you How can i show you what i feel for you When you don't even
At Five Dear New York, this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do Because in the city we ourselves
grand prize Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga The way it happened son, you'd never figure How the homeless nigga gun is much bigger Now give me everything you
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the month of May it was And I'll say it was grand Grand to be alive, to be young To be mad, to be yours alone Grand to see your face, feel your touch
You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over But where? Oh, where is the ticket? You got your hand on your gun 'cause you're wicked You don
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Never found a compromise Collected lovers like butterflies Illusions of that grand first prize Are slowly wearing thin Susy baby you were good to me Giving love unselfishly But you
my people Rico, de la, inject you with the lethal Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was slippin Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
hand Warm like the month of May it was And I'll say it was grand Grand to be alive, to be young To be mad, to be yours alone Grand to see your face,
at you from the grave cause you ain't get paid Haters same want to call you a sucker today And laugh at you tomorrow when the fear take you away Once
you get two dimes Cause you got two highs Two niggas want to smoke So you got two lies Think you see two hoes Cause hoes got to smoke too Hope you got