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Blaine
Blaine
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Blaine
Blaine
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I done been through a lot Through the struggle I built myself Now a nigga like the man of the year But it's crazy I can throw a stack of dubs in the club Next day do a show and it'll all reappear I remember I ain't have shit Now I go and spend a few racks on my ears And if you want smoke then it's up there Ain't no nigga alive in this world I fear But look at my wrist it's dancing Choppa on me do damage aww New LA crib a mansion My money keep expanding aww And yo bitch taking my candids And she in my bedroom dancing aww Sorting through my finances Investing all my advances aww yea Like what you need I'm just what you need yea I don't sip lean but i could turn yo bitch to a fiend yea I'm a different breed look I could show you finer things yea What do you mean Put your trust in me yea Baby I'm the man now Thumbin through a hundred bands now Getting money is the plan now When I'm out I stand out And I ain't giving out no handouts So nigga come and get your mans now I don't play pretend now Only fuckin round with 10's now Fuck a date we hit the bed Now I'm telling her to bend down If it's a issue then you're dead now Yea yea aye Me and my niggas focused up You don't want no problems Put some molly in her cup Now she's tryna pop it Come get yo girl she's tryna fuck Tell that bitch to stop it Everybody toast it up Cause we don't got no problems no more Said she got a man but now she's twerking on the floor Aye I only hit it once but got her fiending back for more Aye she said she got a man but my eyes is what she adores Aye I only hit it once and she get booted out the door I done been through a lot Through the struggle I built myself Now a nigga like the man of the year But it's crazy I can throw a stack of dubs in the club Next day do a show and it'll all reappear I remember I ain't have shit Now I go and spend a few racks on my ears And if you want smoke then it's up there Ain't no nigga alive in this world I fear But look at my wrist it's dancing Choppa on me do damage aww New LA crib a mansion My money keep expanding aww And yo bitch taking my candids And she in my bedroom dancing aww Sorting through my finances Investing all my advances aww yea
Writer(s): Archie Patmore, Robert Erickson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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