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    [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
    We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
    Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
    Just me and my boss no worries at all
    Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

    [Hook: Drake]
    Would have came back for you
    I just needed time to do what I had to do
    Caught in the life I cant let it go
    Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

    [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
    When Im alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
    Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call
    My down bitch, one who live by the code
    Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
    Lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose
    Exotic red bottoms, so-bodied glittered in gold
    Following fundamentals Im following in the rental
    I love a nasty girl who swallow is on the menu
    And money triple up when you get it out of state
    Need a new safe cause Im runnin out of space
    Now Im Roy Jetson Im somewhere out of space
    In my two-seater she the one that I would take

    [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]

    We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
    Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
    Just me and my boss no worries at all
    Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

    Hook: Drake

    Would have came back for you
    I just needed time to do what I had to do
    Caught in the life I cant let it go
    Whether thats right I will never know(ugh well here goes nothin)

    [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
    Pull up on the block in a drop-top chicken box
    Mr. KFC DBS is in the watch
    Livin fast where its all about that money bag
    Never front you take it there aint no comin back
    Top down right here is where she want to be
    That's why golds unfold right in front of me
    Eveytime we fuck her soul take ahold of me
    Addicted like Pookie that pussy be controllin me
    That thang keep callin
    Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep ballin
    Pink bottles keep comin
    James Bond coup pop clutch 100

    [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]

    We bobbin to the music this is how we do it(all night)
    Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby(in our ride)
    Just me and my boss no worries at all
    Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

    [Hook: Drake]
    Would have came back for you
    I just needed time to do what I had to do
    Caught in the life I cant let it go
    Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but hear goes nothin)

    I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta
    Who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned, bitches, what's up witcha?
    I hate callin' the women bitches, but the bitches love it
    I took some sense and made a nickel of it
    I'm urgin' all daughters to kiss they mothers
    With those lips that all that lipstick covers
    You're never too grown up to miss and hug her
    And girls countin' on me to be there like missin' rubbers
    I'm on some Marvin Gaye shit, a bunch of distant lovers
    This ain't the life that I'm used to
    Reintroduced to people I've been introduced to
    Did you forget me? Or are you too scared to tell me that you met me
    And fear that I won't remember, I wish you could still accept me for me
    I miss Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad
    The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have
    I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags
    Feelin' like all four members of Color Me Badd
    In one nigga, amazing shit
    I got that Courtney Love for you, that crazy shit
    I don't drink every bottle I own, I be agin' shit
    And I got them wedding ring flows, that engagin' shit
    Which one of y'all got fleets on your keychains? The seats for these Heat games?
    I really think you stare at yourself and you see things
    La Familia, I've been inducted and instructed
    To stunt on these niggas we don't really fuck wit
    Fuck is up?
    Havin' lunch and debatin' Ferrari prices
    23 and goin' through a midlife crisis
    But trust me, I still deliver like a midwife
    And no, I'm not sayin' I'm the nicest, I just live like it
    Uh, it take a certain type of man to teach
    To be far from hood, but to understand the streets
    I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech
    Because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach
    Yeah, you gotta own it if you want it
    Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment
    And, baby, I'll never forget none of that
    Girl, I told you I was coming back

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