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[Chorus: Dutchboy] You know it's all entertainment Some people wanna be famous I just keep it low and stack this paper And roll blunts with my baby, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring Baby I could be your private thing Show you things you ain't never seen We can keep between you and me Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah [Verse 1: Dutchboy] Lost but I'm found Who the one you call when you're down? Who the one you call when you're fiendin'? Said I got time, let's make a movie, fuck the screening I know you feel the way I feel, so cut the teasing You wanna bust it, I just gotta give a reason I know them lames must hit you crazy, bob and weave them I'm in LA, girl I be there like every season I call you up, I fly you out, you know what's up I'm still that nigga 'round the way, nigga 'round the way Way my life been girl, I'm glad that we ain't grew astray All these bitches fake, they only see me 'cause the fame See me 'cause the way I got my stacks right now You could say I got the town on my back right now You could say I got a thing for you girl, you a day one I ain't running game on you girl, so don't you play one Bitches out here freaky for a tweet, don't you save 'em Girl I got this crib a couple weeks, you should stay one Tell your exes if they wanna beef, I got that A1 'Cause girl you got that A1, what more can I say? [Chorus: Dutchboy] You know it's all entertainment Some people wanna be famous I just keep it low and stack this paper And roll blunts with my baby, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring Baby I could be your private thing Show you things you ain't never seen We can keep between you and me Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ring, ring, ring, ring Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah [Verse 2: Ye Ali] Angel wings tatted on her back, you an angel Told me that you hate it when I treat you like I'm famous Well ain't that the point? to blow up, act like a stranger I don't fuck with you 'cause you always making statements I'm not with the long talk, girl I got the long stroke I'm here for the moment baby, only for the night though Condo in Miami, Brandi is a dancer 'Bout to hit the bank and cash out on a bad ting Yeah
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