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[Verse 1: Jay Z]Life goes in cycles, what comes around goes aroundSo ’fore it goes down, nigga, get you some iciclesAudemars before all of y'allsWristwatch got a Russian face like an oligarch, uh12 o'clock, boy, silly nice, huhWillie in traffic, I’m Philly nice, uhE.T. on the handles, uhHandlebars like a XanaxShammgod with the AND1 movesThrow that shit 'round your neckRight quick, broke boys get fixedRight quick, Nigel Sylvester with these bike flipsUh, that's a full cab and a back flipUh, sidebar[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]Arm stretch a tee like I nailed itRaf movin' slow like a creepShirt in the breeze like I'm sailin'And I walk in my sleep, I can't help that (I can't)When’s the last time I asked for some help thatI couldn’t get from nobody else, yeah?I couldn't get from nobody out there (I can’t)When's the last time I asked for some help thatI couldn't get from nobody else, yeah?Nobody[Chorus: Frank Ocean]I don't get weak in the kneesHundreds spread out like a fanVert feel like some Gucci sandalsOpen the sky, get a handfulTorso marked up like a vandalHow you not fuckin’ with cash?God gave you what you could handle[Próxima Parte][Refrão]Gave you what you could handleI got the grip like the handleAnd I'm bikin'I'm bikin' with me and my DanielHades got the angelsTV's got the angles[Próxima Parte]I'm brakin'… got…[Verse 3: Frank Ocean]Bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' slow-moMaybe the four wheel excitin' us mo'I'm cold when the temperatures dip below 70sHow can I be burr around L.A. coast?The diamonds is plural, the Tiffany broochOn my lapel, at the table, I'm givin' a toastThe first wedding that I've been in my twentiesThinkin' maybe someone is not somethin' to ownMaybe the government got nothin' to do with itThinkin' maybe the feeling just comes and it goesThink I want me a lil' one that look like my cloneMe and my baby can't do on our ownI landed a trick, got my impossiblesI'm fuckin' with Addy, I'm watchin' my dose24 hours like they never closeI'm bikin', I'm bikin', I'm bikin' these blocks, yeahSince Ben Baller sold all his ice up at Slauson, oohI'm bikin' uphill and it's burnin' my quads (obstacles)I'm bikin' downhill and it sound like a fishin' rodSavage, I'm bikin', yeah[Verse 4: Tyler, The Creator]From Coldwater to the ShawAlcoholic way I handle the barsThis a PK, PK RipperNah, you can't fuck with the boyThat's my problem, yeah, I got 'emMy tire smokin' when I stopOkay, nobody fuckin' with meMy accolades hang from my neckPedal, I drown in the heatMy sapphires drown in my sweatWhite mags, but I jetJackson, I'm savin' the streetsI'm Roger Rabbit in the airI don't care, Big Willie Style, yeahNigga one wheel, one wheel, one wheelNigga one wheel, I fishtail downhill, yeahI rose my rate, brand new brakesWhy I name it Slater? Ask my date[Chorus: Frank Ocean]I don't get weak in the knees[Próxima Parte][Refrão] (repetir)[Próxima Parte]I'm brakin'[Outro: Frank Ocean]Got, got me fucked upGot 50 thousand racksGot 50 thousand racksGot, got me fucked upGot me fucked up, up50 thousand racksGot, got me fucked up, up50 thousand racksGot, got me fucked upGot 50 thousand racksGot 50 thousand racksGot, got me fucked upGot me fucked up, up50 thousand racksGot, got me fucked up, up50 thousand racks
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