| LB Bidness!
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Yeah!
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Yeah, uh
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| Black skin, black faces, black people make black magic
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| So pay me every fuckin' dime and add taxes
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| Cop a feel in a room full of brass tactics
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| I been about that work, boy, I been ASCAP’in
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| You been lyin' 'bout yo bread, nigga you Axe Cappin'
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| You really 'bout that life or you just hashtaggin'?
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| You really self made or is you CashApp’in?
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| Doin' everything you can to make the cash happen?
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| These new niggas do a whole lotta back slappin'
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| See you win without they help, then they golf clappin'
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| No applause in my trophy hall
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| I’m still focused on the goal and not what’s hangin on the walls
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| Listen, all I need is the sports channel
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| And a glass of your finest red, you feel me? |
| Ha!
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Yea!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Oh!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Come on!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love?
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| Yo, I sat down and I started writing you this letter
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| I’ll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Alright!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Go!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Alright!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love?
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| Black skin, black faces, black people make black magic
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| Cut from a different cloth, you know the finest fabric
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| That’s intertwined in our DNA
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| You go to work, whether you corner boy or starrin' in the NBA
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| Even if you never left the porch, gotta know you pray
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| 'Cause once they put you in the game, gotta know the play
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| And when it’s time to leave the game, take a bow and say
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| «Thanks for the warm welcome, I ain’t tryna overstay»
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| Good timin', the importance of, I can’t overstate
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| Drop facts over hot wax like Odelay
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| The killer type on a thriller night like Ola Ray
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| It’s close to midnight, get right and let’s motivate
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| I need my ginger ale, and 5 lemon peppers
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| All flats, nigga
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| Let’s go!
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Come on!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Yea!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Come on!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love?
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| Ayo, I shed a tear when I started writing you this letter (Ooh yea, yea)
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| I’ll never make it perfect, just tryna make it better (I just wanna make it!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Alright!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Uh huh!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (Ok!)
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| You can make it better, why don’t you, love? |
| (I just wanna make it!)
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| (Alright!)
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| (Alright!) |