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Go Crazy (feat. Sevyn Streeter & BJ the Chicago Kid)
Fat Joe & Remy Ma
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Na, na, na, na, na I ain't trippin' I mean your life could change drastically, facts Women ain't supposed to work, nah I respect it, though, I respect it Supposed to enjoy every minute of your life Let a man do a man's job I know you're feeling type-secure Instagram model And at night, you're moving gold bottles At times it's like the money And fame is more like drugs And I'm the don of all dons, plug of all plugs Bein' broke and thirty give a woman the chills Slip you outta that dress Fell right in them heels 'Cause you so, so, so, so, so, so, so ****ing with a nigga this real Pink diamonds is dancin' Like they walkin' for cancer Weekends in the Hamptons Wakin' up to get pampered Hoppin' off the phone Touch of the gold clutch, you so up And niggas mad you chose up You ****ing with the don Fa******on week in Greece and Milan I'll flood your whole arm with charms Suites on the Emirates Turkey bacon and eggs benedict Butter croissant, French benefits, mile high If you never said a word Your body tell me all about it I'm the one that you prefer Your actions tell me all about it Nobody do it like me 'Cause you tell me all about it That's why no one else excites me I would tell you all about it I like the simple things That your love will bring But you constantly reject the finer things And if you walk away from me (I know, I know) I'll go crazy (I know, I know) I'll go insane (I know, I know) I'll go crazy (I know, I know) I'll go insane, oh It's the don and Remy Revlon Believe I'm worth it I got a nice set, oh they perkin' See the ass all perfect He said I shouldn't be workin' Told me get in my bag I'm all in my Birkin This my wave, I'm surfin' I told him " stop, it's hurtin" I said, "Nah," but meant, "Yes" I let him put his work in Go Crazy - Fat Joe, Remy Ma, Sevyn Streeter, BJ The Chicago Kid - Plata O Plomo - Alexandre Vauthier type shit I purchas Giambattista Valli, ****** Google search it Now see my boots is a liar But my niggas the trut I'm blastin' fire and desire When I'm whippin' that coupe Dead in the middle of the winter ******t be missin' the roof He started kissin' on my friend I started kissin' her too, oops If you never said a word Your body tell me all about it I'm the one that you prefer Your actions tell me all about it Nobody do it like me 'Cause you tell me all about it That's why no one else excites me I would tell you all about it I like the simple things That your love will bring But you constantly reject the finer things And if you walk away from me (I know, I know) I'll go crazy (I know, I know) I'll go insane (I know, I know) I'll go crazy (I know, I know) I'll go insane, oh Oh just say yes **** me and console m Love me 'till the morning Can I get a repeat? Baby just hold me **** me and console m Love me 'till the morning Can I get a repeat? Yeah, yeah, yeah
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