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Intro
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Verse 1
She don't believe in shooting stars
But she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment
Couture from the stores departments
You more like love to start shit
I'm more of the trips to Florida
Order the hors d’oeuvres, views of the water
Straight from a page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy
Man why can't life always be this easy
She in the mirror dancing all sleezy
I get a call like "where are you yeezy?"
And tried to hit you with that old woo – op- tee
Till I got caught by the paparazzi
Damn these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than a Nazi
Chorus
As I recall I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
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What do I know?
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Verse 2
I know it’s been a while sweetheart
We hardly talk I was doing my thing
I know I was foul baby
Ay babe – lately- you been all on my brain
And if somebody woulda told me a month ago
Frontin’ tho yo I wouldn't wanna know
And if somebody woulda told me a year ago
Ita go get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no FEMA
Like Martin with no Gena
Like a flight with no Visa
First class with the seat back I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory’s museum
I'm just saying hey Mona Lisa
Come home you know you can't roam without Caesar
Chorus
As I recall I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
But what do I know?
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What do I know?
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As you recall you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
But what do you know?
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What do you know?
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