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All my life, work like a dog
Raised by wolves, running from the law
All my life, chasing these chicks, trying to get paid
Make your own rules and you got it made
I spent my whole life trying to get it, and now that I got it, I'm like

Pushing a '79 Beamer full of gasoline-r
Stop at Dairy Queen-er, sizzurp in my Blizzard
Break in my Radio Shack speakers, crispy new wife beater,
So fresh and so clean-er, tints up in my windows

Stuck in the bumper-to-bumper traffic, ain't got time for that shit
To overheat my classic, leave it on the freeway
Walking down the shoulder in my flip-flops
Honey at the bus stop, party back at her spot? I'm ready.

Sign a record deal at a FedEx, fax it to my legal
Now my shit is legal (kinda), tweet it to the people
Richer than my relatives with real jobs, thought this was a hobby (nope)
Thought that you could stop me? Come and get it.

Date all my friends (okay)
Eat all my food (okay)
Borrow my car (I'm like "I'll take the Benz")
Tell me that you love me (okay)

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