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3.8 KiB
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118 lines
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Jamie Foxx
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She take my money when I'm in need
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Yeah she's a triflin' friend indeed
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Oh, she's a gold digger, way over town
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That digs on me
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(She gives me money)
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Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
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(When I'm in need)
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But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas
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(She gives me money)
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Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
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(When I'm in need)
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But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
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Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon
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With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm
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She said, I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm
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Far as girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm
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And your arm, but I'm lookin' for the one. Have you seen her?
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My psychic told me she'll have an ass like Serena
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Trina, Jeena-fah Lopez, four kids
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And I gotta take all they bad ass to ShowBiz
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Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends
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I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
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We all went to din and then I had to pay
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If you fuckin' with this girl then you better be paid
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You know why? It take too much to touch her
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From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
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My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
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I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her
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(She gives me money)
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Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh
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(When I'm in need)
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But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas, uh
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(She gives me money)
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Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh
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(When I'm in need)
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But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas, uh
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
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Eighteen years, eighteen years
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She got one of yo' kids, got you for eighteen years
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I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
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His baby mama car and crib is bigger than his
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You will see him on TV, any given Sunday
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Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai
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She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money
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She went to the doctor got lipo with your money
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She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money
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Should've got that insured, GEICO for your money (money...money)
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If you ain't no punk
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Holla we want prenup (We want prenup!)
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Yeah, it's something that you need to have
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'Cause when she leave your ass she gon' leave with half
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Eighteen years, eighteen years
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And on her eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasn't his
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(She gives me money)
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Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh
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(When I'm in need)
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But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas, uh
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(She gives me money)
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Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, uh
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(When I'm in need)
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But she ain't messin' wit' no broke niggas, uh
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down, uh
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down, uh
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
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Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
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You don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed
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You got out to eat and he can't pay, y'all can't leave
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There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
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But while y'all washin', watch him
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He gon' make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
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He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes
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This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries
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So, stick by his side
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I know there's dude's ballin', but yeah that's nice
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And they gon' keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right, girl
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And when you get on, he leave yo' ass for a white girl
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head get down
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(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head
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Let me hear that back....
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_________________
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Name Gold Digger
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Artist Kanye West
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Album Late Registration
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