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Laaa, la, la, laaa |
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La, la, laaa |
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Hey, this is a song for my haters |
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Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest, yeah |
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Hey, this is a song for my haters |
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Hey, hey, you got me feeling like the greatest, yeah |
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Ha, bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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Uh, huh, say what, bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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Hey, I came up, I warmed up the next up |
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Bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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Now don't it sound legendary |
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Liven up the resurrected dead and buried |
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This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary |
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This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary |
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Uh, I'm blowing up and bitch, I'm still me |
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But what's the cost to live your dreams, do you feel me? |
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Everything glittering, ain't what you think it will be |
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Funny how money changed and whips make me feel free |
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I'm starring in this bitch and yeah, I write the show |
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Fuck the haters, I'm headed to the place you like to go |
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They say, "What you fighting for, the game is on life support" |
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And Gary Coleman just passed, life is short |
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Bitch, I'm about to blow up, look, I'm about to blow up |
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Yeah, got to the club early just to get a friend |
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Wait for hoes to show up |
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Man, but now it's bottles at them tables |
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Bring the models boy, I'm about to po' up |
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Uh, huh, you know what, bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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La, la, la, la |
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(Left side, left side, hey) |
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La, la, la |
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(Right side, right side, ah, ha) |
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La, la, la, la |
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(Left side, left side, hey) |
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La, la, la |
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(Bitch, I'm about to blow up) |
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Hey, this is a song for my haters |
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(Bitch, I'm about to blow up) |
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Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest, yeah |
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(Ha, said I'm about to blow up) |
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Hey, this is a song for my haters |
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(Uh, huh, look, I'm about to blow up) |
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Hey, hey, you got me feeling like the greatest, yeah |
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Yeah, bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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Momma said, "I should reconsider law school |
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That means I wear a suit and be a troop and feel awful |
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Hell naw, got a degree but what that cost you |
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You make a good salary just to pay Sally May |
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That's real as ever |
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Ducking bill collectors like Jehova's witness |
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When they showed up at your door at Christmas |
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Was broke as dishes tryin' to let it go |
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Hit the club she drop it low, lower than my credit score |
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Account overdraft what I got this debit for |
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Summer's dead, it got me drinking thinking |
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Bitch, I better blow, I better blow |
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These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle |
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You border like Mexico |
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Hey baby girl, what it look like |
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And where ya head at and what ya cook like |
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She said where ya bread at and what your whip like |
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You ain't got one or the other than brother good night |
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Bitch, I'm about to blow up, look, I'm about to blow up |
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Yeah, got to the club early just to get a friend |
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Wait for hoes to show up |
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But now it's bottles at the tables bring the models |
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Boy, I'm about to po' up |
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Uh, ha, you know what, bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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La, la, la, la |
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(Left side, left side, hey) |
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La, la, la |
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(Right side, right side, ah ha) |
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La, la, la, la |
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(Left side, left side, hey) |
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La, la, la |
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(Bitch, I'm about to blow up) |
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Hey, this is a song for my haters |
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(Bitch, I'm about to blow up) |
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Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest, yeah |
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(Uh, said I'm about to blow up) |
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Hey, this is a song for my haters |
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(Yeah, bitch, I'm about to blow up) |
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Hey, hey, you got me feeling like the greatest, yeah |
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Bitch, I'm about to blow up |
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Praise God, it's hard to stay spiritual |
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How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles |
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You mean to tell me everything gon' be fine |
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If I call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit |
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Well damn, why ain't you say so |
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Take this shaking ass, multiply all my pesos |
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And erase my number out the phone of these fake hoes |
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I saved her number just in case but now it's case closed |
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To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter |
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You'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matter |
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You try to be and your career will see funerals |
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And be you that's what it sounds, beautiful |
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Then maybe you could blow up |
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And maybe you could blow up |
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Shit but you know what |
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For now bitch, I'm about to blow up |
