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Woo, this that *******t they didn’t want me on |
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I’m ‘bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone |
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Don't need sugar, I need cream, I'm dark and strong |
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The garbage man puttin' on cologne, aroma wrong |
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I'm on, I'm on, this that *******t they didn't want |
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I act a ass and *******t a skunk, I will, I won't |
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Black your eye like will.i.am, you Willy Wonka |
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That's me in the Lam, I'm disappearin' like Jimmy Hoffa |
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AK-47 my business partner, business is swell |
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French kiss a *******, she don't speak French, can't kiss and tell |
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I push his ass in the wi*******n' well, then wish him well |
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Sippin' syrup like ginger ale, but I'm the quickest snail |
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From here to Hell, I hear them hail, I give them hell |
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I'm spittin' hail, I'm Clinton, well, I did inhale |
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These ******s frail, they Chip and Dale, they little girls |
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Watch me act a donkey, then pin a tail, spit out your nails |
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Uh, glory, hallelujah |
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Holy *******t, I'm the holy *******t, I'm God's manure |
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I know how to hack a jeweller ward and not computers |
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I meditate like a Buddhist, Holy ramen noodles |
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And now you sleep, I'm inside your room wit' a lot of shooters |
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You wake up to this chopper tool, it's like, '****-a-doodle' |
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I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo |
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I'm hotter than Honolulu, glory unto you, glory |
| [01:40.84][Verse 2] |
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I'm awkward, cuckoo, I turn your Froot Loop to chocolate Yoo-Hoo |
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I'm hotter than Honolulu, my clothes and socks and shoes new |
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I been a boo-boo since ga-ga goo-goo and Dada, FUBU |
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Make everybody that knew you boo-boo, I got them spooked too |
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I drive a neutral, shock the future like Dr. Luther |
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I'm not a chooser, your mom a cougar, I sock it to her |
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My ******* white as a white beluga, I like bazookas |
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I'm high as lunar, I'm wilder than tigers, Nikes, Pumas |
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Woo, this that *******t you didn't want me on |
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My ******* louder than underarms and car alarms |
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Cheers, I said, 'Surprise', but couldn't party long |
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I got to get back to the grind and the drawin' board |
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But all this ******' artist drawin' is the art of war |
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These ******s' soft as teddy bears, talk to Marky Mark |
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I wet your block, leave it a waterpark, broad or dark |
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I whip the work like tartar sauce, you want it hard or raw, huh? |
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Uh, glory, hallelujah |
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Holy *******t, I'm the *******t, Porta-Potty Tunechi |
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Unload the Glock profusely, when sortin' out confusion |
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Your motor mouth keep vroomin', I'm goin' Tony Stewart |
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I'm on the fluid, I'm ruined, I'm cold as Boston Bruins |
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Lost in the shoo-shoo and who's who and I lost influence |
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Lost my point of view 'til I find a mirror, start talkin' to it |
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It told me the truth, it said I'm the *******t and you party poopin' |
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Lord, oh, Lord |
| [02:57.26][Verse 4] |
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Am I talkin' crazy, too much coffee maybe |
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I smell like money, I know broke ******s feel nauseated |
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The broads' elated, my boys are faded, my car's the latest |
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My bars the greatest, they rated X like Marvel made it |
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She caught the babies, she barfed the babies, they orphans maybe |
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We got that white girl like in the '80s, that Marcia Brady |
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I *******ed Tracy like Warren Beatty, I'm warm as Haiti |
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I'm armed and lazy, I'm sprayin' until my arms is lazy |
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Pardon my mental, I'm higher than Continental |
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Went from flyin' ****roaches to flyin' without credentials |
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That's private, tell the pilot, 'Be quiet, we need our privacy' |
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Throw you off this ******* if you wired, justifiably |
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Hustle wit' a motive, you know this, I'm wit' my whoadies |
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No snakes, no rodents, no ad-libs, no chorus |
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No stress, no worries, took you to a respiratory |
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It's self-explanatory, the glory is mandatory, glory |
| [03:46.72][Verse 5] |
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Uh, glory, hallelujah |
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Holy *******t, I can't hold this *******t, my bowel's looser |
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My towel's newer, my powder room is for powder-users |
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You see rolled up dollar bills filled wit' snot and mucus |
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My tie is Lucas, my driver's crusin', my partner's ruthless |
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My flower's rootless, my pocket's roofless, she poppin' roofies |
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I'm not a student, I'm not assumin' I'm not a human |
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You are not immune to this kind of music, you got 'em, Tunechi |
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You got 'em, Tunechi, I got 'em |
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glory, hallelujah,I got 'em |
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I got 'em |
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I got 'em |
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I got 'em |