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I be everywhere, everybody know me |
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Super, super fresh, what a ****** styling |
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Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck |
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Givenchy, keep the chickens in check |
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All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib |
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Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed |
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She give me IQ, that mean she get a head |
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I just give the beats, I don't give a bread |
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'Cause we be in the club |
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Bottles on deck |
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And God dammit, God dammit |
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I'm feeling myself |
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'Cause I'm a get it all |
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And I'm a throw it up |
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Like God dammit, God dammit |
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I'm feeling myself |
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Look up in the mirror |
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The mirror look at me |
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The mirror be like baby you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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[French Montana:] |
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I be everywhere, everybody know me |
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Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me |
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I get busy like a one line |
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In the drop getting head baby never mind |
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We gettin' money why you playing with it |
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Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it |
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Slick Rick looking at the mirror |
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Big Daddy Kane ************ like Shakira |
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1.5 custom made car |
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Me and will table looking like the bar |
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I love bad ************ that's my ******' problem |
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And I don't give a ****** that's my ******' problem |
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[Will.I.am:] |
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And I don't give a ****** that's my whole M.O. |
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I rock the whole globe with no problemo |
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Been rocking coats since my first demo |
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And now I'm banging hoes in the continental |
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And I done seen me slidin' out my ****** ride |
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I open up the doors, suicide |
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I came from the bottom, the sewer side |
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I made it to the top cause I do it fly |
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Feelin' ******' lucky like the ******' Irish |
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I see the whole game from my third Iris |
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I tour the whole world like a dirty pirate |
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To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus |
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[Miley Cyrus:] |
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Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly |
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Up in the club, is where you find me |
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I do it real big never do it tiny |
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If you about that bull************t please don't remind me |
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I step in this mother****** just to make it work |
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I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk |
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Shake, shake that ************t like a, like an expert |
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Shake, shake that ************t like a, like an expert |
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I'll be everywhere, everybody know me |
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Super, super fresh, what a ****** styling |
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Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck |
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Givenchy, keep the chickens in check |
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All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib |
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Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed |
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She give me IQ, that mean she get a head |
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I just give the beats, I don't give a bread |
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'Cause we be in the club |
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Bottles on deck |
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And God dammit, God dammit |
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I'm feeling myself |
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'Cause I'm a get it all |
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And I'm a throw it up |
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Like God dammit, God dammit |
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I'm feeling myself |
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Look up in the mirror |
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And the mirror look at me |
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The mirror be like baby you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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[Wiz Khalifa:] |
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Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist |
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Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist |
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Women in your dreams sleep in my bed |
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So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed |
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But all my homies like give me some head |
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Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red |
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Take shots till our chests burn |
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We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started |
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The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball |
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The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star |
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The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know |
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The bigger the bank that's more hoes, ****** |
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And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes |
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Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foreigns on the road |
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Real talk and if my fuel get low |
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I roll up another joint, take a shot and reload, pow |
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I'll be everywhere, everybody know me |
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Super, super fresh, what a ****** styling |
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Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck |
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Givenchy, keep the chickens in check |
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All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib |
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Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed |
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She give me IQ, that mean she get a head |
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I just give the beats, I don't give a bread |
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'Cause we be in the club |
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Bottles on deck |
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And God dammit, God dammit |
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I'm feeling myself |
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'Cause I'm a get it all |
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And I'm a throw it up |
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Like God dammit, God dammit |
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I'm feeling myself |
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Look up in the mirror |
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And the mirror look at me |
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The mirror be like baby you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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God dammit you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Yes sir |
