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Take You There

by Marsha Ambrosius

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Uh, clearly I made it, all of this hating Show's over, it's a couple bad one waiting Tryna get chosen, flown to a exotic destination Smoking on something as strong as my vivid imagination I don't see nothing wrong with love being naked Out this world whips, my crib a space station My life is a trip, my crib a vacation Bright lights, big city Big cars, you and me So baby you can roll with me I'll show you how it's supposed to be Big stars, I'll spot ya Be calm, I got ya So baby let me take you there Baby, let me take you there Yellow gold my link, Coca Cola my mink Louie pouch holding that stink, love what you think I came without it? Never that, I keep a pack of papers in my pocket Applaud all my hot shit, in them hoes mouths like gossip Money old as Lou Gossett, dollar clocker Too late for doctors, this dead on arrival Baby recognize G when it's in her eye, yo Boss up nigga, this is what she ride fo' Nigga fooling in that 2-0 Tahoe Sunroof half open and my eyes halfway closed It's a movie 'round here baby, might see somebody famous Niggas getting change but we won't let it change us Jet Life the campaign, can't stop the reign Had to put the top up on the Vanquish Bright lights, big city Big cars, you and me So baby you can roll with me I'll show you how it's supposed to be Big stars, I'll spot ya Be calm, I got ya So baby let me take you there Baby, let me take you there I'm slanging raps off my iPad Thinking back when High Times was a dime bag We was smoking good, but it was all bad Now we ride in that burgundy with the tan rag If you ain't heard of me A nigga guessin' that your internet services ain't working too good at yall pad It's all good, I'll hand y'all a late pass Bring you up to speed 'fore we get to moving too fast Back when I maneuvered that Jag hard top coupe I just knew I was cooler than these lil' dudes out doing it I was just being patient, pimping, perfecting my groovy Sitting in the jacuzzi, on that Bluray Scarface Nigga thinking 'bout music, while I'm ? And my girl in the vanity mirror, wiping off Mac lip gloss Finna roll up a doobie, sincerely yours truly They can't do nothing with me, they can't do nothing to me Bright lights, big city Big cars, you and me So baby you can roll with me I'll show you how it's supposed to be Big stars, I'll spot ya Be calm, I got ya So baby let me take you there Baby, let me take you there

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