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Ace, The Creator |
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OF |
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Hodgy Beats |
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(Drop it) |
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We come through throbbing like thunder storms |
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Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms |
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I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs |
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With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on |
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Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms |
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Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons |
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Hodgy Beats is like lip balm |
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If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms |
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I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms |
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Haters must be starving nowadays I make California Vietnam |
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And I'm going to embalm my creativity |
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Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on |
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Turn it up, where's the bass? |
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Bring the keys, yeah |
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Turn it up, where's the bass? |
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Bring the keys, oh my God |
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Turn it up nigga, where's the bass? |
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Could you bring the keys? Yeah |
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Turn it up, nigga where's the bass? |
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Drop the drums |
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Pink chinchilla, something like thrilla |
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My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla |
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You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda |
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But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner |
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I'm never the winner, always the loser |
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I don't choose to win, but I will choose her |
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Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna |
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I never use a fork I always spoon her |
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Go nuts, instrumental flow much |
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European model white bitch is eating donuts |
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Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch |
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Making shit come like I'm go-go gadget |
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I'm mental, it's instrumental |
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Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records |
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And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils |
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Turn it up, where's the bass? |
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Bring the keys, yeah |
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Turn it up, where's the bass? |
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Bring the keys, oh my God |
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Turn it up nigga, where's the bass? |
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Could you bring the keys? Yeah |
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Turn it up, nigga where's the bass? |
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Drop the drums |
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Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces |
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You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers |
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I've got Muslims calling on Jesus |
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I fucked Kelly, where is Regis? |
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Found Alicia, now she keyless |
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Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless |
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Murdered every bod from my squad |
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So technically, now I'm teamless, O.F. is so prestigious |
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