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on. I'll take you home.

The bright days have gone and we're left with the memories
Of glittering nights of French wine and champagne;
Yacht races
I’m no Russian
Not even Prussian
Doorman at the yacht club
Was my one claim to fame

Some say I’m nervy
Hell, I’m from Jersey
This chasin’
a race that no one wins
It's empty what you cling to
It's like you're trying to hold the wind

Check out this mast I got
Now all I need is
on a yacht I should be
Fresh sea air, breeze in my hair
Sounds like way too much fun to me
'Cause I've got a need for V8 speed
And it ain't a race if tyres
at my friends
All us niggas got ends
Look at my shit, nigga look at my watch
Look at my muthafuckin' drop, look at my yacht, boy stop
Look at all
bitches
Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht
The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks
That's how I got the weedspot
I shot dread in
feel me
All ages and races,
Real sweet faces, every single nation
Spanish, Hatian, Indian, Jamaican,
Black, White, Cuban or Asian

I only come for
Well I jumped a plane for the Greek Isles
Ouzo and moonlight had me all smiles
A villa, a yacht and a private beach
I thought happiness was in my
and Wise when you share
Hey hey Mr. Millionaire
Pave the way, take the Grail

I'm a millionaire
And I got something to say
I got three or four yachts
feel me
All ages and races,
Real sweet faces, every single nation
Spanish, Haitian, Indian, Jamaican,
Black, White, Cuban or Asian

I only come for
deal
Targets make noise like a mutilated seal
Dead with a scared look on they face
1995 it's a cocaine race
The Firm! 
Mothafuckas doin that sherm
Slug
on bubbly)

At times I wanna watch out the Mariot, zoning on owning co-ops,
Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,
'Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all
The top ten list of the most grimiest guys of all time

Is all we talk when we talk
before the body dropped
I know the guns that were used how much money the shooter got
'Cause on the private yacht I'm still within earshot of it all
on yachts, coast to coastin, grossin potion
While you droppin off weight on Albany, mistral notion
I be back in two months, with foreign currency
English
go)

(1st Verse) [Shyne]
Ride with me as I race through ya hood
Give me a fifth that'll bang and a jury that'll hang
Pants saggin' in that Bentley
losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup
ring all I do is big things
Fall sickin
My taste
Big ass, small waist
Flawless face
Really don't matter the race
Cause we all black as soon
the blood off of the floor
So play tough, I want y'all to get out of line
I got nines, every color shape and design
I sent killers every race to put one in
the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house
Got
eventually, son
Reverse (deverdi pras to pras verdi?) like, Century 21
I want the mansion and the yacht 
And all the shit them rich wack rappers got (then

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