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I don't believe you papi.
He maybe rich, but he ain't happy.
He tells you about work and wants a beer.
But whens the last time you got to see him?
He works why?
So you could go out and buy a
bunch of s**t that you don't need.
Drivin by your punk a** hopes and greeds.
Thats why I say "******** it."

For the first time in my life.
I'm finally free.
No mansion for me.
I say "******** it."
No brand new Humvee.
I say "******** it."
But you'll get no p***y.
"******** it."
You don't understand,
is that I make love to my hand.
So I don't need you honey.
I beat my d**k like it owes me money.
"******** it."