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Look at my situation, I couldn’t ask for more
I’m the real Situation, I should be on Jersey Shore
Look what that kilo sent me
That Porsche is keyless entry
That girl is high and drunk I swear the rest is elementary
We found a superfreak, no, she won’t know what hit her
I’m on my Rick James, minus the beads and glitter
You’ve got to beg my pardon, this shit here is money talking
You don’t get good dick to often, I’mma have you funny walking
See that shit I pull up parking, make your neck snap the f-ck off it
Damn, too late you lost it, back to that world you lost in
back to that world you lost in
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