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Don't tell me you're going anywhere If I can't come with you (You) This is everything I could've dreamed of So why do I feel the need to Pop bottles just to feel somethin' All this money, I still feel numb All the cars and the money and the jewelry and I still feel nu— ('Tari, get over here) Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (Mine, i-i-i-i-i-i—) Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (Mine, mine, mine, mine) They're looking at you (You), for the blueprint You can see the admiration in their еyes You-you-you (You), who knew it? Everybody want a piеce of your life I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana (Yeah, yeah) Got a bad lil' bitch, she a prima donna (Yeah, yeah) Okay, she love to give me head, I'm on my marijuana (Marijuana) Nigga, back the fuck up, know you don't wanna (Woo) I'm a cold stunner, I want the whole summer I went and brought the Bentley back, he copped a gold Hummer Okay, I can't get in it, I keep it a whole hundred Okay, he brought the Bentley back (Woo) Letras de cancionesHad the Brabus it look like a Jeep 'Fore you walk in, I need all the deets (Let's go!) Call your bluffin', I never been beaten Ask your mama, he never been cheap (Uh-uh) Off the wocky, I'm goin' to sleep (Uh-uh) Got my gun and I'm cold with the heat (Uh-uh) Guess she down 'cause she get on her knees (Woo) I be working with nothin' but— Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (Mine, i-i-i-i-i-i—) Still, so divine Ain't nobody that look like mine (Mine, mine, mine, mine) I'm ridin' through the streets with my Glockiana From Letras Mania