| I never want it to ever be over
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| I’m out in Philly, I thought it’d be colder
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| Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur
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| Check out my jiggy, check out my… (uhh)
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| Now, who are you? |
| (Who the fuck is this?)
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| I don’t know, no
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| What you do?
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| I don’t know, no
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| You short a few? |
| (Oh don’t make me have to lose it)
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| Oh no, no, hold up
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| Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
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| Ohh savage, that’s a nice get-up
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| International, rocking Japanese denim
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| Enough gas to get you above average
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| How many more drags do I have to puff from my cigar?
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| New enemies they bringing my old ways back
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| Back in my day, woulda' had your whole face smacked
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| Look at you niggas', wonder why I fucking hate rap
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| Oh, what make you wanna go say that? |
| (yo!)
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| And I’m on another wave
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| And I’m fucking on suede
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| Niggas feeling overpaid, «fuck I’m supposed to do?»
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| Don’t nobody know your name
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| We ain’t ever seen ya face
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| You ain’t ever gang-bang
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| What you tryna prove?
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| I never want it to ever be over
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| I’m out in Philly, I thought it’d be colder
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| Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur
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| Check out my jiggy, check out my… (uhh)
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| Now, who are you?
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| I don’t know, no
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| What you do?
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| I don’t know, no
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| You short a few?
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| Oh no, no, hold up
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| Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
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| I’ve been swimming through the process
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| And you can’t see me, I’m the Loch Ness
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| You could proceed, but with caution
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| Give the proceeds to my God-kids
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| Old dirt on my conscience
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| Same nigga my pop is
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| Lame niggas wanna pop shit, get drop kicked by a drop kick
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| Why you gotta lie to me so much babe?
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| You told me the same shit that you told what’s his name
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| If it don’t work out I’ll go back to hustlin'
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| Couple hundred-thousand up in my mother’s name, peace
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| World peace, niggas talk about «Don't shoot!»
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| Tell that to police
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| Scared, ain’t none of them prepared, I could see
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| Promise I’ma get them commas before I decease
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| I never want it to ever be over
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| I’m out in Philly, I thought it’d be colder
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| Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur
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| Check out my jiggy, check out my… (uhh)
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| Now, who are you? |
| (Who the fuck is this?)
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| I don’t know, no
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| What you do?
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| I don’t know, no
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| You short a few?
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| Oh no, no, hold up
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| Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
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| Now, who are you?
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| I don’t know, no
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| What you do?
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| I don’t know, no
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| You short a few?
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| Oh no, no, hold up
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| Pull my sticky out the jar, come on
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| Hey, hey P, let it ride out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who R U? , by - Anderson .Paak. Song from the album Oxnard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп