| Yeah
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| Yeah yeah, ah
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| Ah-ha
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| It’s me, yeah
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| Yo, these sixteen bars cost sixteen cars
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| Kiss these balls, bitch, we stars
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| Fuck that shit, you ain’t hot like Prince
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| You got little shine, but not like this
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| Time crumbles when the jet black M5 rumbles
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| All from what I did last summer?
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| But motherfuckers forget
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| Till I’m back up on the set
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| Every motherfucking jump shot wet
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| Same outfit every day like a cartoon (that's me!)
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| Uh, they’ll never find you in a shark soup
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| And there will never be a part two
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| Shit, you’re looking at some motherfucking art, boo
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| Two pumps from the inhaler got me feeling like Lawrence Taylor
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| Two kisses on the cheek for my tailor
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| I got the soul of an Amazon Healer
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| Better be sure to put them cameras on
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| Turn dreams into real shit
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| Yeah, I might be sick
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| Sitting court side, I’m likely lit
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| Draw blood, I’m already made
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| But little man will cut your face like wedding cake
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| You don’t even know me
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| You don’t even know me
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| You don’t even know me
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| You don’t even know me
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| Switchin' lanes on these bitches like, whoop
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| Switchin' lanes on these bitches like, whoop
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| Watch the fifth wheel fall
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| From this top floor view, I can see it all
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| Yeah, man
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| From this top floor view, I can see it all
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| Uh, I started clapping when the chef brought the duck to the table
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| Uh, that shit was shining like an angel
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| I never trust a dude named 'Angel'
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| Long sleeved 4/5th's, turn them into an angel
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| Sky opened up and down came me
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| Young AB, floating in a Jag from the 80s
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| Tanned like I just left Haiti
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| Looking like I had mad plastic surgery
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| They turned Bam Bam Chinese
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| And that’s fine by me
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| Shit, I need some time to realign my Chi
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| So bitch please pass that bombazee
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| Before I get upset. |
| homie
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| You don’t even know me
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| You don’t even know me
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| You don’t even know me
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| You don’t even know me |