Written by Glenda Proby/Allen Ritter/Jacques Webster
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Mhm, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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Mama's bailing down that road, craving 90210
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She a porn star girl, oh, from the valley
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Who left her hometown world all for that alley
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Oh, created Lake Tahoe all from her panties
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Ooh, used to take the long way home, long way home, all for that
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candy
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Baby's hooked on feeling low
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Do, do, do
Do, doo
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Jacques turn La Flame, now he rolling on an Addy
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Fifty on a chain, 'nother fifty on a Caddy, oh
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He might pop him a pill, pop him a seal, pop anyone
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Pop anything, pop anything to find an alley
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Hmm, yeah, then find an alley
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Baby's hooked on feeling low
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Do, do, do
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Do, doo
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In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley
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In the 90210, 90210, looking for that alley, ooh
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It's the superstar girl
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Superstar girl, roaming in that alley
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In the 90210, 90210, somewhere in that alley
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My granny called, she said "Travie, you work too hard
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I'm worried you'll forget about me"
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I'm falling in and out of cars, don't worry, I'ma get it, granny
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What happened? now my daddy happy, mama called me up
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That money coming and she love me, I done made it now
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I done found life's meaning now, all them her heart'd break
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Her heart not pieces now, friends turning into fraud niggas
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Practicing, have the passion, you niggas packaged different
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All you niggas, you niggas want the swag, you can't have it
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I'ma sell it, you niggas salary 'bout to cap, bitch
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Youngest nigga outta Houston at the Grammys
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Smiling at 'em laughing at me
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I passed the rock to Ye, he pump faked and passed it back, bitch
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All of this off of rapping, should've wrote this in Latin
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Yeah Yeah
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Mmm, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
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I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
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Cuzzo said we in the store, yeah, we 'bout to drop a 4
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He pass the cigarette, I choke
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Tell my auntie put them Ports down, them Ports down
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Now you know you love your own now
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Hit the stage, they got their hands up, don't put your nose down
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I ain't knockin' a nigga, I knocked the door down, for sure now
Hardcore, I swear they counting on me
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Gold chains, gold rings, I got an island on me
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Houses on me, he got them ounces on him
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Holy father, come save these niggas, I'm styling on 'em
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Good lord, I see my good fortune in all these horses
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I'm driving too fast to stop, so all these signs, I ignore them
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Distant sky, from north of the border, my chips is in order
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My mom's biggest supporter so now niggas support a nigga
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