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Pull up, make an entrance, people mad They turn their heads and they like, "Aw, aw, aw" (not him again) Don't know what to tell you, I can't help you I don't give a fuck at all, all, all (too bad) People lookin' like they seen a ghost They can't believe what they just saw, aw, aw Damn, my bitch is bad, when she walks in They turn their heads and they like, "Aw, aw, aw" (ooh, she bad, yeah) I just came from Crucial, I threw 40, then said, "Adios" (bye) I may not be perfect, but shit, I'm probably close I'm off it 'cause my fragrance work The night shift and the day shift (ah) Angel in the day, demon at night, she likes to shapeshift I can't take it when I'm gone, that's why I'm splurgin' Baby got a wall up, no surprise, we met in Berlin If you've never fucked a millionaire, then you a virgin Me, myself, and I, I don't know someone more deservin' (come on) Pull up, make an entrance (yeah), people mad They turn their heads and they like, "Aw, aw, aw" (not him again) Don't know what to tell you, I can't help you I don't give a fuck at all, all, all (too bad) People lookin' like they seen a ghost They can't believe what they just saw, aw, aw Damn, my bitch is bad, when she walks in They turn their heads and they like, "Aw, aw, aw" (ooh, she bad) Fuck you think this was? You might see me in this club Faded of the Goose, not shooters 'Cause then we'd be sittin' ducks Really though, I like to be at the house Gettin' rich as fuck Slouched when you talk thousands Bring up millions, then I'm sittin' up Movin' back, 'cause you doing bad, I ain't cool with that Couple in my crew, Atlanta Brave with the St. Louis hat Who is that? Doin' the impossible, young Neo (Uh) Who is that? Me, myself, and I, that's the trio We gon'- (come on) Pull up, make an entrance, people mad They turn their heads and they like, "Aw, aw, aw" (not him again) Don't know what to tell you, I can't help you I don't give a fuck at all, all, all (too bad) People lookin' like they seen a ghost They can't believe what they just saw, aw, aw Damn, my bitch is bad, when she walks in They turn their heads and they like, "Aw, aw, aw" (ooh, she bad)
Writer(s): Russell Vitale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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