| Yeah, uh, they like me like that
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| Every girl I see wanna be wifey like that
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| I’m the King of Zamunda, uh, King of the Summer (Woo)
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| Come be my Kardashian, queen of the come up
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| Uh, to be loved, Shakespearean
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| Experience to be us
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| Jumpin' off boats, hoppin' off another cliff (Woo)
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| Every six months, I think I need a new bucket list (Oh)
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| Yeah, I think I might need a harem (Say, say)
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| I’m way too much, y’all should share 'em (Hands in the air)
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| I’m feeling like a baron, all I need is a castle
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| Be my Halle Berry, all you need is a catsuit
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| All I need is Heaven, I don’t want the hassle
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| God bless the child that can hold his own, achoo (Queens, stand up)
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| My instincts guide me through this Kurtis Blow culture (Woo)
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| Good angel, bad angel sittin' on both shoulders (Uh)
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| One be trying to gas me, manipulate me, tempt me (Ow)
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| Make me have no soul, so I like to take a tally
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| All the favor of the days when the paper wasn’t major
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| But love was abundant
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| Before the God got the «God's Son» upon the stomach
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| Let these niggas know it was a feeling I would get
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| From music that they would come with (Talk to 'em, Nas)
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| Hate start with H 'cause the H come after a G (Right)
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| They won’t say it face to face, they say it after I leave
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| After the first night at my place, she asked for the keys
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| It’s my season, Garden of Eden, we Adam and Eve
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| Now we’re naked in savage hedonism from a lack of belief
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| I ain’t a pastor, pass the Lafite
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| We ain’t in no relationship, but do relationship things
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| No ring, but she slide through when I ring (Hands in the air)
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| Ha, let’s put success to the side
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| I’d still be this fly if I worked at Popeyes
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| That’s a whole lotta spinach, whole game full of gimmicks
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| Make a fool out of yourself for a post on Akademiks
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| We are not the same, I am a alien
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| Hovering over your city, shutting down all the stadiums
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| Wiping out everything in my radius
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| Don’t play with us, y’all ain’t made enough
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| Shit pop off, we don’t blow it up 'til we blow it up
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| Cats better slow it up, y’all niggas know what’s up
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| My niggas throw it up, we all know that
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| Got niggas missing in action, where are they at?
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| See you niggas never really been duffed out
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| But you’ve got enough mouth to get snuffed out
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| Duke, the rough route
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| We don’t play around here, nigga, we grown
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| Start applying the pressure, give a dog a bone
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| I’m taking half, it’s just that simple
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| Or I can start poppin' niggas like pimples
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| I’ma let you call it, you ballin'
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| 'Til you get hit with them hot things, now you staggerin' and fallin'
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| Holding up the wall, you got more than enough holes in you to fall
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| You’re just wasting a nigga time, come on, man
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| I got shit to do like hit your crew
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| Might hit your crib, what that bitch gon' do?
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| Not a damn thing, but go with the program
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| Beast on that bitch like Conan—bo-nan
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| I’ma go where no man has ever gone, nigga
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| When it’s on, it’s on, I’ll let you know in a fuckin' song
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| I got nothing to hide, but you got a reason to run
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| Come through like (*gunshots*) 'til the squeezin' is done
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| And that’s just squeezing one, imagine if we all let go
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| And turn your whole block into death row (Woo) |