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Yeah, burd n keyz |
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Who that there, huh you ain't gonna ask no longer right? x3 |
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Who that there everywhere we go |
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Everywhere we go, everywhere we go x2 |
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[Verse 1] |
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Its me, jean jacket with the chops lee |
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Showin off a young homie (zzzz) |
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No No No I ain't doin him |
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(him him him him him) |
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(na na na na na) |
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Doing me's me's me's me's |
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Grew up on the top i rap to |
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Really make you spit it |
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So if you see him kill it you ain't gotta ask who did it |
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Girls, they totally love the way im singing |
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Said baby thats the heart |
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They take the verses that im bringin like |
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About one year ago, i was all on my own |
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We was trying to get on, so I put the pen to my dome |
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Wrote the realest shit in my life |
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Then i put it all in a poem |
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Critics said that i was crazy, now they write their asses home |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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It's me, never talkin bout no molly |
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Or I rap about a hottie on my body like a goddy |
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Im tourin up in cali but my roadies in the lobby |
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People ask me who i am i just give their ass a copy like |
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Take that shit and goodness baby im back |
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You could tell by the way that i rap whoo |
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Came up in this motherfucker ain't nobody like it |
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Thought of what I thought up ain't nobody like it |
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Cam up in the booth and its time that i recite it |
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(?) |
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Dollar up in my pocket, tryna make this my own |
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Critics call my ass crazy now they writing their ass home |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Cool kid cool kid ay tell me what you see |
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Cause if I see it I'mma be that too |
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Go ahead and follow me follow me |
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New kid new kid ay its all i really be |
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Mama tell me way back im a star |
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Now im walking down the street everybody that sees says |
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[Hook] |
