| Hey, Hey, Aye
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| Skrt, Yuh, Yeah, yeah
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| Yeeeaaaaaaaahhh, Yeaaaahh
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| Never been the type to sit 'round and watch from the bleachers
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| I grew up and learned that I ain’t learned shit from a teacher
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| Talk the slickest, could’ve dropped out and became a preacher
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| You niggas broke so stop asking how much cost for a feature
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| One more bitch is off the molly, they a bag of geekers
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| Shout out Champs 'cause they be blessin' me early with sneakers
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| Boat and Byou ensemble blastin' through your speakers
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| Cut the check or you’re cut off, it’s simple as Tetris
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| Pull up in a lexus, pew, Shooting out the door though
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| Nowadays turn a peace sign Mercedes Logo
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| Woah, hoah, aye, take my photo
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| Yuh, yuh, take my photo
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| Got fake raps still use hoes, slam her on the table like dominoes
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| Everything comin' out the radio sound just like that nigga radio
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| And everything you said, swear my niggas done said before
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| If you talkin' 'bout this rap game you’re all for but you’re awful
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| Just dropped outta college
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| But got hella bullets like a slideshow
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| I put gold on everything, I even put it on a bible
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| Do not do what I do, I do not do what my idol do
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| My raps aren’t recitable, term for term unreliable
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| I’m gone, but call me on my Iphone, phone chirpin' all damn night long
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m gone, woah, woah damn, woah
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| I’m gone, yeah, but call me on my iphone, phone chirpin' all damn night long
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| Yeah, Yeah, but I’m gone, I’m gone
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| I’m gone, but call me on my Iphone, phone chirpin' all damn night long
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m gone, woah, woah damn, woah
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| I’m gone, yeah |