| Brand new Rari
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| Brand new wrist
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| Call my stylist I’m about to have a fit
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| Way too icy don’t slip
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| Babygirl don’t drown in the drip
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| (Splash)
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| Lately I been swervin' call it whip
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| (Lash)
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| I been busy plottin' on some get
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| (Back)
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| So get back gimmie some space
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| I got pennies to make
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| I got dollars to flip
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| I fell outta my ship
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| I’m not really from earth
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| Yeah I’m outta this world
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| I had this feelin' from birth
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| It’s like a gift and a curse
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| How I’m rippin' these verses
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| Flow perfect like it’s written in cursive
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| My critics is worthless
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| They don’t know what my worth is
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| I’m puttin' in overtime
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| To show em what work is
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| I’m in my
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| Brand new Rari
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| Brand new wrist
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| Call my stylist I’m about to have a fit
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| Way too icy don’t slip
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| Babygirl don’t drown in the drip
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| (Splash)
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| Lately I been swervin' call it whip
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| (Lash)
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| Standing too close don’t get
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| (Splashed)
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| Way too icy don’t slip
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| (Splash)
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| Girl don’t drown in the drip
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| (Splash)
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| Okay
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| I got my watch rocked up
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| I got my quap stocked up
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| Talk dat blah blah stuff
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| I get ya block chop up
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| My sauce drip so much
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| I got da drop top up
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| When God said
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| Let there be light
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| Well that’s when I popped up
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| I’m so fresh to death
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| I bring the death to life
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| Man get these rappers a meal
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| They bite me left and right
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| I don’t write no more
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| It’s nothing left write
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| It just ain’t right no more
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| Hit em lefts and rights
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| I bring the storm
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| Hold da torch
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| And I stretch my foes
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| But you already know the thing
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| I’m fantastic fo
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| I’m talkin'
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| Intergalactic
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| In and out of portals
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| Super human swag
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| We don’t give out to mortals
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| Hold dog I’m so riggidy raw
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| Pass me the biggidy ball
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| That’s a score
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| Are you really sure
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| You want me to figgidy fall
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| Cuz I go Micheal Myers
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| Psycho
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| Suicidal
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| To a rival
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| Loose ya title
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| Who’s ya idol
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| Put my right to the Bible
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| I’m truth
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| Who
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| Steppin' out da coupe
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| They mention you
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| Who
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| Well guess who got da juice
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| Get it you who
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| Like who you
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| But yohoo like juice too
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| I remove you
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| Like voodoo
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| I’m Rottweiler wit a popped collar
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| You a poodle
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| I peruse you
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| Then you loose
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| Cuz you food
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| Never cry wolf to a werewolf
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| Too cool I go zoom zoom in dat
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| Brand new Rari
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| Brand new wrist
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| Call my stylist I’m about to have a fit
|
| Way too icy don’t slip
|
| Babygirl don’t drown in the drip
|
| (Splash)
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| Lately I been swervin call it whip
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| (Lash)
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| Standing too close don’t get
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| (Splashed)
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| Way too icy don’t slip
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| (Splash)
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| Girl don’t drown in the drip
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| (Splash) |