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I keep it cool, baby |
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Kid Cudi, riding the cuddy |
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As by the girls yeah they on screen love me |
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Double oh represent it til I'm finished |
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As by GOOD Music and the music |
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Do it all day for my people all day and we use it |
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Hey, put your hands up to the ceiling |
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Scream loud homeboy if you feel the feeling |
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Hey, and the girl looking at me |
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Don't be mad but she can roll with me |
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In the Lexus, we gone go and do it in the next is |
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Generation x's love first sexes ?? |
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Hey, and get it pass, red shoes on my feet |
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Louis Vuitton you getting that pass |
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Talking wreckless, homeboy feeling it blank kiss my ass |
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We gone get that bag, oh true when we rock that, man |
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Came in the game leather on tight I'm, tight |
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And my ?? smooth like leather ayyy |
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My pimp game tight like my jeans |
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Come through my diamond piece chain shine like rain |
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And it glistenin' uhh, keep rollin and yeah listen |
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I let roll to the intermission, get back on the mission |
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Something like Ethan Hunt Mission Impossible |
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Got people rollin through when we rocking though |
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Cant stop it though |
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Let the bass kick in, right back and I get in |
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And I smoke that kush that'd get me thinkin |
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Maybe very big and I'm eating |
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Hey, you know about that, rude like that |
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I'm rockin my pastel |
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I roll to London hit up it Dizzee Rascal |
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We popping bottles and models |
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Moving, full throttle, y'all know it, everyday I ain't joking |
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Poker face, girl don't wanna talk she wanna taste |
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Let her know it's cool we won't catch case |
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And you know it's all good like that put your hands together |
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Smooth young brother from the double oh-oh-oh |
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From the double oh-oh-oh |
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Hey hey from the double oh-oh-oh |
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From the double oh hey hey |
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Freestyle off the dome |
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... that was easy |
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Yeah, where y'all at London? |
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Yeah extra good now |
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Step in, yeah you know how Kid Cudi do |
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Never really care about a hater homie what it do, yeah |
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Dim tha lights get it in pimp tight |
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Doing what I do I lace up my own Nikes |
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Grab my Bape you can't even cop |
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If you go to Japan homebody I think not |
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I'm in first class I got a bad model girl with a fine ass |
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When gonna get it popping like pills, shroom to the caps |
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Roll through Indian fitted is on the yap, yeah |
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Talk wreckless to known boys getting money |
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Young boy back and rocking in the sunny |
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Yeah, I got my shades on in the night |
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Even in the day talk down you can get it right |
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Yeah, middle finger to the clouds |
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Kid Cudi holding it from here on down |
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Yeah, yeah my leather so soft |
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Imma skinny mother ahhh but I'll still be a boss |
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Yeah, them haters get tossed |
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You can ask my security homeboy we are next to ya |
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Ugh, we throw bows on ya chin bone |
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Knock knock get a knuckle sandwich to ya nose |
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Hey, and ya girl so she can come home |
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Let her rome like cellular phone, hmmm |
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Yeah, I got Wi-Fi skeet, come up in the room get Wi-Fi heat |
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Talk down baby you don't know about me |
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Imma freaky freaky deaky homeboy up in the sheets |
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R.I.P. baby girl pooo nahhh |
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She know how we roll through man I'm the man |
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Shook her hand please fall back man |
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Young Yohan young young Yoda |
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I'm smoking on that ***** that'll **** get me on the level |
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Tapp dancing on the clouds |
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GOOD Music screaming loud |
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GOOD Muisc screaming loud, ughhh |
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...it's easy we just warming up |
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I'm the hottest over here at good |
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Now we the hottest over here at good |
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Yeah you know me, they phony |
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Ugh, ugh bologna |
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Concoction roll back and I'm sipping on Ciroc |
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And you know me I roll with Jay like the Roc |
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You knowing how move the homeboys they on the block |
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We get em off the block to come and stack some knotts |
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And then we get good and we watch for cops |
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Cuz I'm trying to get money not trying to get knocked |
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So you know how I be if I go to jail |
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A mill a cash flow posting my bail |
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And then I come back like what the hell |
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Double E F, homeboy come through and I be like the best |
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And you can Twit that and you can holla back |
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Young boy is the number one even when I rap |
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Or even when I sing woahh woahhh |
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Even when I sing woahh woahhh |
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I switch it up whenever I feel |
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Young boy he get it poppin just like he's so ill |
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I'm sick or something |
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Stop coming and give me a bate for something |
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Give me something to fix me up because I'm dum dumbing |
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Yeah yeah they ask bout me |
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Cleveland city to the west side |
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Even though I'm down UK holla at me |
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Any given Sunday praise that boy |
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Holla at me in the street oh my Lord |
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When he come through why he so cool |
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When he on the TV celebrity status |
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Rolling with the model girl celebrity baddest |
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I'm up in the game like oooh |
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Catch me on Perez, I be doing my own thing |
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Poppin them tags I'm tryna get on my dreams |
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Anybody trying to hate they can get it fosheez |
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My team we bury motherfuckers six deep, ughh |
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And I'm the Hottest over here at GOOD |
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And we the hottest over here at GOOD |
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And we the hottest over here at GOOD |
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Homeboy we good homeboy we good |
