| You gonna love me
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| You gonna love me, man! | 
| is wiz khlaifa!
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| Uh, black out, yes!
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| Cd in the building
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| Stand up equipped for your prints right now
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| I’m about to show you niggers
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| And why wiz khalifa is the prince of the city
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| Listen, listen, listen!
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| Young dude, you get off in
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| Nigga off in
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| Respect you fools and solve these payments
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| And no other rapper is. | 
| as man
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| Disagree, i remove your top, help you change your
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| What your life about?
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| We’re on that add with our pipes out
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| City seen nigga life’s out!
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| That’s the definition that is black thing
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| We being black o thing and slaying
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| And in the i wanna step up, get it
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| a lot of things that will make a mess of you
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| And i don’t sell weed
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| I don’t sell
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| I roll with the game, the that leave a smell on your throat!
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| .to see games, soon as we stump in a place
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| Not. | 
| but don’t think, no want to mistake
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| Leave anyone you met in your life, as you if you’re running my space
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| Dog, i could get you punched in your face
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| Or you could run butt naked, have you
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| No jewels, no shoes, i’m nigga with no rules
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| Dudes, don’t understand what i’m getting at?
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| The whole concept is pitiful, so when i’m done
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| .these twins no longer be identical
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| I do respect for anyone
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| Listen man, it’s still the song she’s singing to you
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| Yow niggers gonna love me, now!
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| You might not want to, but it’s hard, i’m the prince of the city and still!
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| And now, listen!
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| Shuts start to my nigga, let’s collapse on my nigga listen, uh!
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| I speak to you, dough
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| I’m the true prince
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| Do the artist formerly
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| Now keep that thing, gotta keep that
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| Reaching for the lord, dog, release that
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| When i step in the place. | 
| stole grands on me
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| Downs, with their hands on me!
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| You’re sick of searching and nigga with punch lines
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| Well known to heart pride
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| All mouth doing like a buck fifty on a strip
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| It’s no way you gonna hold me
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| I rap sick, and i put the
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| Ok, get a cracking for the war
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| I’m sixteen, the eighteen, when it’s. | 
| for the war!
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| I’m way big, no i’m better than him
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| Keep suffering on me with a. | 
| i call 'em
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| This are all streets, and trespass, and you get.
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| You can. | 
| for everything down to your bus
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| And when i buck fats, niggers top fast
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| And you can. | 
| put your mustache
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| And niggers imitate the team we are
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| But i. | 
| you burn niggers like cdr
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| I do got respect for anyone real
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| And that’s me!
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| No doubt about it man!
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| And niggers can run.
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| It’s o question, the prince of the city is still, nigga
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| And that’s me, oh, oh!
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| I’m feeling real good in here right now
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| I’m feeling, man!
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| And niggers let us sing the side of this one!
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| Black nigga! | 
| black! |