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[Hook: Problem] |
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R-A-P-S-O-D-Y |
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Cause she's better than y'all, better than all |
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Serving no waiter, her time is now, ******* waiting on it |
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It's showtime, baby, own it |
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R-A-P-S-O-D-Y |
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Cause she's better than y'all, better than all |
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Serving no waiter, her time is now, ******* waiting on it |
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It's showtime, baby girl, own it |
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[Verse 1: Rapsody] |
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Uh, I ain't Amish, but yo I promise |
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When I'm in the field you can bet I'm gon' keep it honest |
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Suspend you in time like self portraits, I guess I'm Mona |
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A perfect picture of what you get when you really on it, focused |
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Wrote it knowing you wouldn't probably get what I quoted |
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Off gate, it's just bait, when you get it late, bam, it's over |
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Bam, it's over, we taking back what we showed them |
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I know the routine, I'm a giant on giant shoulders |
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I see farther than that little midget that Jay Hova had quoted |
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And yeah I wrote it, more scary now that you know it |
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Uh, yeah, I'm pitching ******* off, no *******s |
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No blocks, been hot so who cares? |
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What the hell you driving? We still thriving |
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Your money don't make me money, honey, I'm still diving |
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Breaking water that's labor for all the daughters |
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I've been working so when they older everything's back in order |
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Rap-sody, more heat, yo Chachi |
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Tell these *******s they ain't ******* with us |
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I went to masses, told them my classes higher |
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No need to harass them, they say when you touch fire |
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They won't do it again, when you learn it burn like IYAAAH |
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It's funny when I think prior |
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You thought you was the *******t, now you just may have to retire |
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Call me sire or |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Rapsody] |
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Uh, I play chess, uh, and jump checkers |
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To anyone wanna check us |
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You get played lowkey, I'm more thorough than all your records |
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You make moves to make money |
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I make money from all my methods |
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Man whew, and my crew make all the best *******t |
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That's Eric G on it, whew |
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I rose like your face to make up for *******t that you do |
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Bust Smith & Wessons, I'm a weapon to those wept on you |
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That's that whip appeal, you gon' know my name for real |
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Baby, I'm |
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[Hook] |