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Tommy Mottola lives on the road

He lost his lady two months ago (let her go, let her go, yeah)

Maybe he'll find her, maybe he won't

Oh, wonder that love

Brothers try to pass me, but none could match me

No girl can freak me, I'm just too nasty

Lost on the dance floors, I attack y'all

Snuck through the back door, guess who they saw?

Goldie and Ghost, black African Rose

Star-studded low lenses, plus the mural was dope

Airbrush W-B's, stop! (Shake your body, body)

And cop a couple of these (she's a hottie, hottie)

Schott Free and Sean C, very upset (For what? For what?)

They're sick and tired of living in debt

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