| I’m somethin' like them
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| I’m somethin' like them indigenous
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| I’m in that bitch
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| Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Oh my God, Ronny)
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| I’m somethin' like them indigenous
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| To something like them amphibians
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| 'Cause the flow like water, still acidic
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| Cold-hearted like reptilian
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| I fuck up all the stats and tell 'em, «Check the analytics»
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| And what the fuck is a chart? |
| I’m makin' double digits
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| I flood my wrist with rocks, my very own obelisk
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| Lookin' like Midoriya how this Prada jacket fit
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| Bitch, I was at the club, I’m Ski, out the way, lit, lit, lit, lit
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| I set the bar high every time I hurdle, bitch
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| Hold my position, stay in line like competitions
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| We make 'em disappear like damn dark magicians
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| They always acting, what the fuck? |
| This ain’t auditions
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| We want the smoke like broken Transformer engines
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| Okay, we gettin' paid, big tick tock like Flava Flav
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| Like Alice in Wonderland, ain’t it funny how life is just a phase?
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| I’m flabbergasted, stitch, that is the shit, I mean I’m just amazed
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| What Mike Wazowski say? |
| We monsters either way
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| I’m somethin' like them indigenous
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| To something like them amphibians
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| 'Cause the flow like water, still acidic
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| Cold-hearted like reptilian
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
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| I fuck up all the stats and tell 'em, «Check the analytics»
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| And what the fuck is a chart? |
| I’m makin' double digits |