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(feat. Clipse) [Chorus] "Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm [gunshot] That I'm so sin-cere" - Jay-Z {*repeat 3X*} "Where you been" Pusha, "Where you been" Malice "Where you been, wh-where you, where you been" [Verse One: Clipse] By the time the 5 pull up, e'ry (bitch) look up Million records sold (nigga) still sellin cook up Pusha, you know what the flow like The hook-up, you know what that snow like Got 7 Dwarves on the corner like I'm Snow White (Fuck) I'm married to the game, throw rice Keep the heater on my waist for them cold nights Protect my chain, chest lit like it's Lite Brite A horse is a horse, of course of course 323 of 'em in that Porsche Get a load of this, lifestyle of the rich And I don't even race her, I baby that (bitch) Oh the muggin, oh so repugnant I fly 'em in from London, who like redundant? I British Broadcast, this is billionaire day Boys club, (fuck) the rocks, color canary - Clipse Letras de canciones[Chorus] [Verse Two: Clipse] Cats ain't got a clue as to what real cash is Each of my neighbors is doctors and actors They wanna know 'bout the kid who half backwards Who backyard look like it's a scene from The Masters And what I know about a 9-iron The only iron I know is the 9 I was firin Now everywhere I look it's me they admirin 30 years in age, contemplatin retirement Could it be, the jewels or the drop Crib so huge that I call it Camelot Or could it be that 50 carat watch Or me on the red carpet, coolin with Carrot Top Trust me young'n, I will show you the meanin In that Porsche 911, with the engine screamin 50 grand don't even feed my demons My life like a fairytale, pinch me I'm dreamin [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania