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Lupe Fiasco - I Gotcha (Live) |
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They call me Lupe, I'll be your new day |
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They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet |
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But they cant they accented like the UK |
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Turn that ude Lupe to Pepe Le Peu spray |
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Fragrantly fragrant and they cant escape me |
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My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went |
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You don't want a loan leave my cologne alone |
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It's a little to strong for u to be putting on |
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Trust me I say this justly |
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I went from musty to musky and yall cant mush me |
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I warn yall cornballs I hush puppies |
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The swans in the pond call my duck ugly |
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But now they hug me because its lovely |
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They love the aroma of a roamer of the world |
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Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls |
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Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl |
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You want the flava ma, hey I got cha |
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You want the realness, well I got cha |
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I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya |
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Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters |
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You want the real shit, hey I got cha |
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You see ma people here, you know we proper |
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You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right |
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And I'm from Chi-Town thats where I flies round |
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Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now |
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We used to gangbang a lot of that done died down |
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Children of the hat tiltin' keepin hope alive now |
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All with no high I do It so fly |
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Bank caesar tack helicopter with the bow tie |
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I love my city really hope that God bless it |
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Have my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges |
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Welcome all of yall to my dark recesses |
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This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges |
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My Ivories And My Doves My Levers and my Zests |
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It takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness |
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The belly of the beast you know I'm from it |
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I wrap it in a towel here go my pal in the stomach |
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And I be on my green like Irish Spring and I Coast |
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Fudge wit It and get a mouth full of soap |
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You want the flava ma, hey I got cha |
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You want the realness, well I got cha |
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I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya |
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Either They pimps or they macks or they mobsters |
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You want the real shit, hey I got cha |
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You see ma people here, you know we proper |
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You know we do it right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right |
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And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off |
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Is from the Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss |
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You feel it in the air, its such a fine force |
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But you don't hear me though, just like a mimes toss |
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That's cuz I'm in Europe, me and my friends tour a |
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Im on my pimp, my temperature is temperer |
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I take it easy on my watch Im watchin TV |
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Am I clean as my her-re-shy's, see the hare is trying to beat me |
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I continue to do Lu's pace |
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They say him got two heads and four eyes just like screwface |
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But see my secret's safe its in my secret safe |
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That's in my secret room on my secret base |
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So from the runner of the FNF crew |
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Come in hip hop we've come to resurrect You |
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You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You, You |
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You want the flava ma, hey I got cha |
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You want the realness, well I got cha |
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I know you sick of them players big car and watch ya |
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Either they Pimps or they macks or they mobsters |