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| Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy | |
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| Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit the city | |
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| Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack | |
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| 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back | |
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| I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes Trying on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowing up our phones, phones | |
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| Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll In that new Rolls with the suicide doors | |
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