| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'
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| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'
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| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
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| I been geekin', geekin', geekin'
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| Spazzin', tweakin'
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| Spazzin', geekin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'
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| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'
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| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
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| I be geekin', geekin', geekin'
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| Spazzin', tweakin'
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| Spazzin', geekin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| Yeah, hold up
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| I be spazzin' (Spell that shit)
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| S — P — A — Z — Z — I — N
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| Dabbin' (Spell that shit)
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| D — A — A — B — B — I — N
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| Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
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| 'Bout to pour a four up, bae
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| I just got some head from shawty
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| I don’t even know her yet
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| Real strong, real grown
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| Your boy ain’t spazzin' on me, real feel homie
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| This fresh, rockin' Polo everythin' to the neck
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| Got five karats all in the grill, homie
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| Car foreign, y’all boring
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| Got TVS all in the whip watchin' hard porn
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| Rifle cocked .40 Glock
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| I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin'
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| Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
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| What the word on the curb, homie?
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| All my niggas got furs on
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| Geeked up in the club last night
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| Everythin' was a blur, homie
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| Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
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| In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
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| This Cartier lens blue
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| I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too
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| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'
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| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'
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| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
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| I been geekin', geekin', geekin'
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| Spazzin', tweakin'
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| Spazzin', geekin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'
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| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'
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| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
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| I be geekin', geekin', geekin'
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| Spazzin', tweakin'
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| Spazzin', geekin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
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| But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
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| Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
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| Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
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| Ha ha, not for sale
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| Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
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| Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
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| So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
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| Now how does it throttle? |
| The truth is a hard pill to swallow
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| Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
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| And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
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| But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
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| Look, now all these niggas political now
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| Claimin' they woke 'cause it’s trendier now
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| Overnight activist
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| Even the President’s runnin' the world from a Twitter account
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| Uh, geekin' often, Steven Hawkins
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| 'Bout my coin like meter parkin'
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| Off the wall like Peter Parker
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| Here let’s get to squeezin' on you like some squeegee water
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| Keep the garter bitch, Bandz
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| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'
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| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'
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| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
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| I been geekin', geekin', geekin'
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| Spazzin', tweakin'
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| Spazzin', geekin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been spazzin', spazzin', spazzin'
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| I been tweakin', tweakin', tweakin'
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| I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
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| I be geekin', geekin', geekin'
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| Spazzin', tweakin'
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| Spazzin', geekin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| I been tweakin'
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| Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
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| Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
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| I been comin' your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin'
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| I run 'em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah |