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the summer after all LoveGame I wanna kiss you But if I do, then I might miss you, babe It's complicated and stupid Got my ass squeezed by sexy Cupid Guess
The name of the game It's not about money, not about fame You are what you are That's the name of the game Hook your feelings up to a power
The name of the game, it's not about money It's not about fame you are what you are That's the name of the game Hook your feeling up to a power
Miss Pavilichenko's well known to fame Russia's your country, fighting is your game The whole world will love her for a long time to come, For
can't find nobody like me Keepin' it exclusive, don't be caught up in these games Don't worry 'bout these groupies, come with this money and fame I'm
want a quick rise to fame? On Youtube you’ll rate, from the Hoodie, cap to kicks a cliche’ of the greats You’ve heard all the fine kings, and dug all
the whips and switch the cribs up Get my dick sucked by mermaids Black shades, Hermès The whole last winter I went through a fur phase Yeah, that summer
take it all cant call it You Aint my bro you to greedy for fame I cut em off it was never the same Let's keep it real times done changed I hate to say it
You too good for these lame dudes But girl you know I ain't the same dude You don't want me yeah you just want the fame boo I ain't playing games
Yeah She ain't play no games yeah she got it right Give a fuck about the fame when you by my side cll gas no breaks riding through the night Take
of a master You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats Break necks of broke souls who hate me Hate he? you can't
younger so I split the Stevie and Make them all wonder I come with than Donna Donna every summer They want the high ground Me? I want the under Rhyme books,
120 miles and a different stage Eauzone fame and a righteous gang Fuck observers, just play the game (Uh uh uh, yuh yuh yuh, oh wait, it's too loud too
January to December Two months always go by fast But every summer I'm better than the last Worked my ass off But I'm finna blast off And they cant do
you gonna run?) Why you think we're at the top of our game We aint never stop giving chase for the fame And when your team hold you down like chains
me take you to the other side I say baby girl what's your name? And tell me what's your claim to fame Oh I can tell you do your thing Just by
to this game, I'll share with you just 2 let me explain See Number 1 just get you loot & cool it fuck the fame And number 2, you watch yo crew & Who you
to tell you Chorus Now baby girl what's your name? And tell me what's your claim to fame Oh I can tell you do your thing Just by checking out your diamond
crazy they threw It all for the fame Money ain't the root of all Evil it's attention now Knocking down schools in my city To bring a prison 'round They
His beats was clogged, he needed Liquid Plumber Damn I wonder why he sound like Donna Summers? Or Nat King Cole, that style is old 100 G's up
of you and chill So meet by the 'fridgerator baby, I'm just asking you to feel How I'm the coldest in the game (yeah) Don't worry about the clock, baby
yesterday when the world was young. Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame, Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young. Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame, Come by for a drink, we're having a game
yesterday when the world was young. Wherever I go they mention my name, and that in itself is some sort of fame, Come by for a drink, we're having a game
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