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[Hook] [Pimp C]Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cupAll my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buckEverybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mallIf he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all.[Verse 1] [Kendrick Lamar]Taking off when you landingBitch niggas wanna throw tantrumsAnd I'm dancing on them starsThe galaxy ain't got room for y'allAin't nothing gonna happen soon for y'allWhile I'm here and every day I hearYour bullshit, self-pityReason why you never dealt with meReason why your girl dealt with meHands up, in the building we get busy and sayR.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yepThat's exactly what this sound likeA to the A to the L-I-Y-A-H, give it up 2 timesThen give it right back, don't blow my high.[Hook] [Pimp C]Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cupAll my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buckEverybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mallIf he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all.[Verse 2] [Kendrick Lamar]Look at my life then look at yoursGet some ambition, why you bored?Time'll never wait on no manSociety will never hold your handNiggas like the gossip, like bitchesGot me thinking you don't like bitchesWonder what's behind them Ray BansEyes of a coward, I understandNiggas like the gossip, like bitchesSip Don Perignon, when we finish, we sayR.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yep, R.I.P. Aaliyah, R.I.P., yepThat's exactly what this sound likeBut never will I ever forget Left EyeRoll up, put a ribbon in the skyAnd a button on your lips, don't blow my high.[Hook] [Pimp C]Smoking out, pouring up, keep that lean up in my cupAll my car got leather and wood in my hood we call it buckEverybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mallIf he up, watch him fall, I can't fuck with y'all(Pussy ass ho niggas) I can't fuck with y'all(Bitches all up in my business) I can't fuck with y'all(Industry of counterfeits) I can't fuck with y'all.[Kendrick Lamar]Now everybody singing this shit.[Aaliyah]I'm sending him sending him a four-page letter,and I enclosed with a kissAnd when I write him he better get it on time.[Kendrick Lamar]Look at my life, and look at yoursGet some ambition while you bored.
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