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"Sierra Leone" is a track by Big Sean, from the album Hall of Fame (Deluxe), released 26th August 2013. The track is 4:45 long. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Big Sean.
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(Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs) White sand on her feet Paper Player Diamonds and gold She tell me she love me (she tell me she love me) I'm everything that she want (show her everything that she wants) Top floor, only way that we go (yeah) Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong 'Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone Get to it, I be getting to it Hella groovin', rooftop, better viewin' Always hella coppin', no propellers, moving bank tellers Movin', youngin', revenuin', mozzarella chewin', you know? Lobster butter basted I deserve every crumb tasted, road to riches one way and Sunbathing, tongue tastin' After that she wine tasting, Sean tastin' You know? I gave her diamonds and gold That's Sierra Leone, her friends like "Girl, don't let go!" So she ain't askin', she ain't whinin' Complainin' or trippin', man I got her damn near strippin' For the handbag livin', Saks Fifth'n, tag rippin' No more tab splittin', cab gettin', who wants to go back to that livin'? Do yah? So let's sex on the beach Then the rest on the sheets for the rest of the week 'til She tell me she love me (she tell me she love me) I'm everything that she want (show her everything that she wants) Top floor, only way that we go Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong 'Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone What you know about wake up to fuckin' 'fore you even can stretch? Yeah, I'm on vacay and my dick still need a rest I might get her on film, star and direct Just might win an award if that shit hit the net Oh, reclinin' in seats Not liftin' a finger 'less I'm signin' receipts, I'm Livin' life like I got a degree Fuck it, I'm livin' life like I done got in the league Look, my car look like it play for the Lakers Credit card look like it play for the Raiders I watch it play for the paper Chandelier, marble floor on the feet She said I'm a don, I gotta agree, I fuck her to sleep She tell me she love me (she tell me she love me) I'm everything that she want (show her everything that she wants) Top floor, only way that we go Diamonds and gold, Sierra Leone, Leone Hotel look like Sierra Leone, Leone Chain, ring look like Sierra Leone, Leone And she don't ever tell me I'm wrong, I'm wrong 'Cause she don't want to leave Sierra Leone, Leone Oh, baby! I gotta take a shower You so goddamn nasty, baby Ok, baby Hey baby, can you get that? You guys ain't through? Hey, who is it? Oh shit, it's just room service Room service? Again? That's all you grabbed? What about these rings? What are you looking for? Hey, could you grab me a towel? His wallet Listen, grab that phone Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up Wait, are those Balenciagas? Ooh, get up, get on that shit Alright, come on, we gonna get the fuck out of here Yo! Yo! Hello? Bitch! What the fuck?
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