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Die Young Lonely At The Top

at Where dem bloggers at Where they at, where they at, where they at? Where your lighters at Where your lighters at Where they at, where they at, where they at

em' all) (young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) (young noble) Back

what you call a dunk Ridin high baby yeah, flyer than a layer I be lonely at the top Homey why you don't be there I swear (where they be) I be at every

a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie Wonder, she ain't lookin at y'all (She can't see) The

, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You

, it get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You

, wheels, wheels Pretty girl, little girl, what were you thinking Just 18 at the time You were a mother and child, at the same time You were a mother and child So young

was making a million Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen He used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams A corrupted young mind, at

(I?m a muthaf-cking monster) I?ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert I?ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert Profit profit, n-gga