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I miss what you got it going on
And I was locked up in here you was taking trips
While the
Nigger bounce, shaking the hips
Now in the club, I can see him dancing for tip
But they was African for fee, now baby ain’t that a trick
I gotta be the king
So when your mind is wicked
Uhuu, boy was it this way to love me, you?
Now you, got me
For the
Taking me on shopping sprees around the world
So good to me, when I was just a country girl!
Can’t help the way I’m turning now
I’m in love with him without a doubt
And
Really turning on
He got the whole world in his hands!
You got me used to all the fine things
(You got me) infatuated by what money brings
(I’m so infatuated!)
Pooping
And watch celebrate, (everything)
You got me used to all the fine things
Man, I met this chick so fine
So bad I had to hip one time and this bitch deal sticking around
She was supposed to be a one bight stand
Pussy was good she ended up staying
By one or two weeks, going on like freaks
Every day, all day had me walking around weak
Got me doing strange things like tricking
Partners looking at me like
You’re going mad
I came the night I had it, this chick is so
Only thing on my mind is trying to f*ck
They say
Make you happy, right?
So for now I’m on set mode, sleeping
You got me used to all the fine things
(You got me) infatuated by what money brings
(I’m so infatuated!)
Pooping
And watching celebrate, (everything)
You got me used to all the fine things
But guy like me I showed you how to get the dough at
Nigger told so many lies that when I told you the truth
It was valuable for you like
And I’m highly respected, I’m protected in the streets
Why you gotta ride right
That’s why we’re slamming
That’s what we’re staying drink the night
You got me used to all the fine things
(You got me) infatuated by what money brings
(I’m so infatuated!)
Pooping
And watch celebrate, (everything)
All those things, all those things!
You got me years
(Baby that’s what you do
You got me so used to over finest things)
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