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55, 65, 75 We got fast cars, live fast lives I'm not rushing, I'm taking my time What watch should I buy next? I'm tryna decide I raised a lot of niggas through this rap shit Fuck living average, we been established Got plenty carats, on my right wrist Cuban bracelets, I feel like Purple Rain Prince I got paid off the labor, not minimum wage No critical acclaim, just cold champagne Somewhere between Cool James and Lil' Wayne I still get racial profiled, that shit is lame We blow smoke out the window 100 from the get-go, still pop that Clicquot Limo tint the vehicle I supply the streets with dope music that can give 'еm hope Loved ones, I keep 'еm close Aye, and we realer than we ever been I get the biggest cut when the record spin Uh, then I asked her one question She started undressing, I played that Confessions Pulled out of valet presidential Ran into H.D., what it's hittin' fo' Ran into A.K., what it's hittin' fo' She left a blue heart underneath my post If you a freak, don't be shy baby SongtexteWho? Me? I made a lot of movies lately I started in a city filled with crack babies Now my noodles handmade, man that's fascinating Aye, one time for L.A., we the shit 'Til it's over you know I'ma represent All the ladies know that I'm the one to get First day I met her and I let her drive the whip Like... 55, 65, 75 We got fast cars, live fast lives I'm not rushing, I'm taking my time What watch should I buy next? I'm tryna decide Fuck living average, we been established Yea, uh 55, 65, 75 We got fast cars, live fast lives Yea Aus Songtexte Mania