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[INTRO] |
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Okay let's try that again |
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[Verse 1] |
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There he goes, there he goes running his mouth again |
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At the finish line talking shit like I got the win |
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Whatchu know about the wind or the way I spin? |
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Lights on, cameras up, zoom out, focus in |
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Ritalin for my bars when I spaz out |
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Nervous twitchin' in my pocket, should I pull my cash out? |
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I mash out like M.O.P |
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No more, shows for free, I need a C.O.D |
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You know |
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Cash on delivery, gentleman chivalry |
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My magnum open symphony is orchestrated differently |
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A symbol crash for you simple ass |
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You see I'm never looking past you, I'm looking through you |
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A wrecking ball to your ego, shall I move you? |
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Rearrange your features by my hand, I rubik's cube you |
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Who's new to this music? Not I |
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Got skill, got bars, got pay, got fly |
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[Hook] |
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Yall know, yall know how I do |
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It's something bold, something brave |
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Something flossy, something new |
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Yall know, yall know how I live |
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Well that all depends on which girls you seeing me with |
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Yall know, yall know how I do |
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It's something bold, something brave |
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Something flossy, something new |
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Yall know, yall know how I live |
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Well that all depends on which hoes you seeing me with |
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[Verse 2] |
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The second verse is for you bummy hoes |
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You knobby-knee'd, pigeon-toed, gold diggers with a runny nose |
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Cowboy boots and rips in your pantyhose |
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Never paid a bill, cause you spoiled by your daddy-o |
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So daddy owns stock in Apple, Mac |
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So you've never had to eaten stale applejacks |
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Them generic off brand so them value sacks |
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Sacks fifth add bags, you adore all that |
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But you ain't never have a job, how you afford all that? |
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Hear the music that is playing? I record all that |
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Bitch don't be concerned, or ask me where my money goes |
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Follow all the buzz so you can find me like a honeycomb |
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King me or get jumped like checkers |
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The queen bees only want a taste of your nectar |
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At that apple bird mecca |
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I tell them hoes to get lost |
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Birds of a feather never swarm with you damn wasps |
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[Hook] |
