| I’m getting paper, fucking hate, I’m gonna see you later,
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| All it is, a low range, around few exchanger,
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| You interrogate, BBD interrogators,
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| I’ll not be running through these streets like my brother, Beaver.
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| Alligators is that I rob you from your parents gates,
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| You know me, I’m here to chat in everybody’s change.
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| I say this rap game has died, I came to save it,
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| Everybody here is nuts, but this song will save it.
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| I never let nobody carry me, streets made a mad on be, rap be my family.
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| Slow told, no edit, no throw, I play it quite dilly,
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| Never had a silver screen and let nobody count for me.
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| I’m not a star, I’m the motherfucking galaxy
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| Catch me, if you can, but it ain’t nobody gonna be catching me.
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| Sorry anybody, if you’re hurt, it goes by me,
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| In my fools, this guy’s stuck, play the rapper’s debt.
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| ‘cause they don’t do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us,
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| I’m fly on a seagull, I’m the daddy, daddy,
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| Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people,
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| Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain’t the one moving the pedo
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| I drive these bitches crazy, you ain’t having my kid,
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| But you can always dream, my baby, I’m the daddy-daddy.
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| I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in,
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| So you wanna talk shit? |
| You kill ‘em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing.
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| Middle finger up, how you save the rap,
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| Loud mouth, many movements, getting in the banger,
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| Everybody for my present like I’m Adam Sandler,
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| I ain’t ever stunk a bee, but I’d stink a ganja.
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| Stuck you up, star, make ‘em throw their hands up,
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| You said fun, you see the fun, they’re singing Benny Banks songs.
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| I know that I’m in the zone, but I ain’t be in anger,
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| Courtesy, North London, that’s where I come from.
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| I’ll admit it, guys, I don’t represent the dungeon,
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| I gave you boom, bang, bang, but I ain’t put you down, yet.
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| Before I turn badda-bing into a numb,
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| But most of you rappers is easy competition, might never offend you.
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| Bunch of actors acting like some gangsters,
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| But they’re really wanksters, just a bunch of pranksters.
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| You should try dry costumes, some Dirty Sanchos,
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| I see my rap fisting up kind of hostess.
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| ‘cause they don’t do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us,
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| I’m fly on a seagull, I’m the daddy, daddy,
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| Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people,
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| Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain’t the one moving the pedo
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| I drive these bitches crazy, you ain’t having my kid,
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| But you can always dream, my baby, I’m the daddy-daddy.
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| I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in,
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| So you wanna talk shit? |
| You kill ‘em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing.
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| Big smile on my face, I be getting money,
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| Pull my name out your mouth, never been a dentist.
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| Imma put my hands out my fans, many thanks, ‘cause we just set up a new grudge.
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| Who’s the daddy, daddy?
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| ‘cause they don’t do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us,
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| I’m fly on a seagull, I’m the daddy, daddy,
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| Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people,
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| Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain’t the one moving the pedo
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| I drive these bitches crazy, you ain’t having my kid,
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| But you can always dream, my baby, I’m the daddy-daddy.
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| I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in,
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| So you wanna talk shit? |
| You kill ‘em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing.
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| Who’s the daddy, daddy? |