| Tag me in, swag me out random girls they ask me out
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| Nasty mouths, clean apartments, until we fuck on the couch
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| I’ma go in, let me go in… crazy time, goodnight world
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| I don’t mess with coke, but I woke up next to some white girl
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| I’m going harder than Shawn and Dwayne Carter and
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| Shit starting an argument with everybody barging in
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| I’m stunting like my father, I go further and farther
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| You’re hard on your daughter, but I’m hard in your daughter
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| Ahh, pardon me, I’m hard to see, you half asleep I have to be
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| Creating a masterpiece, dressed in black a master thief
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| 00-no trouble tho, address me as David Bond
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| Waiting on my double-double who’da though it’d take this long?
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| I kill the game like Bundy, we getting extra stunty
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| Every day feels like a Friday, but we fuck like its a hump day
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| I don’t even try like Sunday, you got me more stressed than Monday
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| …I do it all in one day… I'm sure you’ll do it some day
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| With a chick named Wednesday, she got me in the worst way
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| We kill the fucking game and call it Hearse Day, ya' heard me?
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| And all my dudes be all about them trees like it’s Earth Day
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| Celebrate, ‘cuz it’s somebody’s birthday, I’m thirsty
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| Macchiato… macchiato, where my macchiato at?—HEY!
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| Whattup, whattup, whattup, whattup —-HEY
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| Whattup, whattup, whattup, whattup —-HEY
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| I’m. |
| somewhere. |
| chilling. |
| in, places you can’t be at
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| Who is he? |
| D-Whizzy, oh man I be that
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| Dude on the scene when I rap on the track, when I do it like this can you do it
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| like that?
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| Can you flow like me? |
| You can’t flow like me, you can’t go like me,
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| you should grow like me
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| I’m Chuck Bass meets Chuck D, fuck you… no fuck me
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| …wait, I mean fuck YOU… and she can fuck me
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| I’m chillin' with some baddies, so you should be my caddy
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| ‘cuz these Shooter McGavin dudes don’t want me to be Happy
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| She got tan skin, thick hips, dark hair, D-Cups
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| You D-Bags can suck on D’s nuts—D-up
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| I’m playing like a champion, go hammer like a handyman
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| So hype give me an Ambien and rush me an ambulance
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| I’ll be there with bells on, El will have an L lit
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| And I’ll be acting so selfish I won’t even turn my cell off
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| S-w-a-g…m-e-t-h-e…f-u-c-k-out bitch, watch me get my spell on
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| ‘Cuz I’m in it, I’m on it, I’m gonna stop now
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| She keeps breathin' heavy says, «any minute, but not now»
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| Hop down, turn around, grab ahold of them curtains now
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| And let me grab ahold and put that body on a gurney now
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| Whattup, whattup, whattup, whattup —-HEY
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| Whattup, whattup, whattup, whattup —-HEY
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| I’m Ralph Lauren meets Lauryn Hill, baby I am more than ill
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| And it be takin' more than skill, when you go in for the kill
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| Throw ‘em out the fucking crib, treat ‘em like I’m Uncle Phil
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| So much hype around these guys, but somehow they are boring still
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| Shit, I ain’t being mean… I'm just being me
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| …and thats the E.N.D
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| But if you want it slow, girl we can take it slow
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| And if you want it fast, I’ll give it to you fast
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| ‘Cuz. |
| I. be. |
| stuntin' and lovin' it, ‘bout to have fun again
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| While you are wondering, lay in the sun again/
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| With some friends and a wallet with money in, everything I do they laugh like
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| it’s funny
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| ‘bout to crash like a dummy in the back with a bunny/ don’t get mad get money/
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| life’s sweet like honey
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| Beat the beat like I’m running/ you can hear me comin'/ in the near future,
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| baby it’s nothing
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| …We make up, we make out, I’ll make due
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| They tell me D, «a lot of people don’t know what to make of you»
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| I’m Jay-Z, meets J. Christ, meets Jay Leno, meets J. Crew
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| Had a break down, we broke up, so now I break through
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| But if you want it slow, girl we can take it slow
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| And if you want it fast, I’ll give it to you fast |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Miss You Like Crazy, artist - Chilled Jazz Masters. Album song Chilled Dinner Party Moods - 40 Favourite Smooth Grooves, in the genre Джаз