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U God Go Get Pretty Like Me

gritty like me, Goldie Go get pretty like me [U-God] In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra Seats

like me, Goldie Go get pretty like me [U-God] In the Rolls, vintage clothes like the mobster Take my hat off, hit the mic stand like Sinatra Seats at

know what I mean? [Napoleon] Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me

Jar, Ni**As Jokin Him Up, Treatin Him Like A Pin Cushion, Pokin Him Up He Came Home Actin Like He Hard As Fu** Must Want A First Class Ni**A To See God

avoid sunlight with a chalky tone I get home and dont say hi, It aint no onw there, I dont care I walk in and go right up the stairs To my room Get in

Pharrell) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] They call me Lupe, I?ll be your new day They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet But they cant they accented like

Dem Draws To The Side Show Me U 4real On The Real Show Me That U Can Pop It Hard Enuff So Put Yo Hangs On The Pole U Get Hand Cuffs So Get Back Gurl

-way let mi get fi enter di center [Chorus] Picture me and you, you and me K.I.S.S.I.N.G , then Picture me and you, under the tree F.U.C.K.I.N.G , Aye

On Her Cellular She Tell She Don't Need Not A God Damn Thing You A Hot Damn Thing If U Think U Finna Get Her With A God Damn Chain You Insane Boy You Betta Get Some God