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Explain yourself, how you sound like me? |
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The muthafucking skateboard P |
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Knowing that your mee lo |
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Playing games like you?re cee-lo |
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In a tight situation like speedo?s |
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You can have it your way like Carlito |
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My nigga will be happy to give you torpedos |
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And have you car twisted like a blunt |
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For you faggot ass niggas that like to front |
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I?m on some BBC bape shit |
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Im on some cake shit |
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In the kitchen with the heat making beats in my apron |
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You hating and you want to erase it |
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Close your eyes when you know you can?t take it |
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My flow interrupts your homeostasis |
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I Rolls Royce it on a regular basis |
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You talk street shit it sound like sweet shit |
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Straight liquorice you niggas sound ticklish |
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80k large for the Hermes dream |
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Coke n crop in all your magazines |
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Hunger strike yourself, look like Celine |
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Dion, me and my niggas like freon |
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You bitches on my pecan |
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She got an ass you can eat on |
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Try to play tough like the leather on a Vuiton |
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I hit it til I could seat on |
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Try to get her freak on |
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Ask me to R Kelly ya and get pee?d on |
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I said it aint me maam |
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That 8 behind me still got the burner |
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Yes the enzo is stilll black like Sojourner |
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Truth, I mighta just loosened a tooth |
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Spittin? what I did in the booth |
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I?m out, pooof! |
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[Lupe Fiasco:] |
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Carrera, raised in a teenage mutant ninja turtle era |
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Waanna bear n tell the truth, I dare ya |
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Ya lie, so eat these whole bottle of these jalapeno peppers |
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For terror made in america too live |
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Fuck the property or give me my props properly |
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High off life this high technology, DeVry |
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I rep Muhammad Ali more like rapology |
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My policy?s not to be dishonestly deprived |
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So gimme that, gimme that, keep going |
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Where my city at, I?m like steak and fries but never die |
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They wanna Ghostface wanna be me |
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But they will post haste follow me into the after life |
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That means you going right after I?ve |
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But I?m the hero sort of like Jack Sparrow |
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So someway somehow I have survived |
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Ha ha surprised |
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Who is he that we see coming over the tides |
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In a speed boat, boat load of pride |
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Fall of Rome, dress shirted and mastermind tie |
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He what happens when rappping and happen the fashion collide |
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So OMG is the "C" from the C-R-S LOL?ing at you haters |
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Tell your BFF?s like |
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[Kanye West:] |
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Yes, Mr West turn that new child rebel |
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Loud as a badass child level |
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Who need a chorus we through with a tyrannosaurus |
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Tyrone it?s been a year with no phone |
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Could you explain how high is your zone |
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We?ll take the plane rub his nose in cocaine |
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There?s hoes in magazines you lame sayin you lame |
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And for the hate in advance, pull down your pants |
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Make ?em kiss both cheeks like we living in France |
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Diamonds blue, business manager?s Jewish |
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And if I get sued my lawyers Jews |
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Some girls do, grab the cojones |
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Say you got enough diamonds to at least Sierra Loan-us |
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Brand new ferrari?s I gotta make the donuts |
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C-R-S is like a hip hop Christmas bonus |
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Niggas is hating on the internet I couldn?t tell |
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I was too busy rapping GOOD as hell |
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I was too busy flying, parasail! |
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Tell collect to get the new shit that Paris sell |
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Tarantino, Da Vinci, gettin? Benji?s, get half off Fendi |
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Half of that?s to Cindy?s |
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Hoped out the spaceship on my Mork and Mindy |
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Popped too many corks to let you dork?s offend me |
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Props in New York but Chi town?s the city |
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Get my city hoochie?s Gucci, Monica Bellucci?s |
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Are those the real millionnaires or the bendi?s? |
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I?m so ultra I?m even over Oprah |
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But let me check your account, haha no sir |
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Don?t stop, dont stop... |
