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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 them 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 and goddamn it, goddamn it |
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I'm feeling myself |
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'Cause I'mma get it all |
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And I'mma throw it up like goddamn it, goddamn it |
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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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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Yes, sir |
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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 getting money while 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 at table looking like the bar |
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I love bad ************es 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 Amo |
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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 sliding 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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Feeling ******* 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 tripping like they popping Miley |
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Up in the club is where you can find me |
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I do it real big never do it tiny |
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If you 'bout 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 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 and goddamn it, goddamn it |
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I'm feeling myself |
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'Cause I'mma get it all |
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And I'mma throw it up like goddamn it, goddamn it |
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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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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Yes, sir |
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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 of 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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Takes 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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Copping them oldschools and putting foriegns 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 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 |
|
'Cause we be in the club |
|
Bottles on deck and goddamn it, goddamn it |
|
I'm feeling myself |
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'Cause I'mma get it all |
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And I'mma throw it up like goddamn it, goddamn it |
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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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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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Goddamn it, you the ************t |
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You the ************t, you the ************t |
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Yes, sir |
