| Dressed in all white feeling godly
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| She said her man is a square like Godfrey
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| She let me beat it up like Rodney
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| Now that boy salty, face scrunched up, Gilbert Gottfried
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| Watch your tone, pimpin', don’t watch me
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| Even though I’m on the green like Bocce
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| Sincerely yours, Raiden X
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| Yeah, Negashi
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| I step in like Congresswoman Cortez
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| If you ain’t playing fair, I go fed
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| Chill with the fuckery, a few niggas ducking me
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| Little do they know I’m still in the bed
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| Not worried 'bout shit, especially them
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| I got bigger plans to dive in
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| I don’t need a live band or a mic stand
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| Know the beat like the back of my hand
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| Know defeat, just a few odd months ago I was broke
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| Didn’t know where the fuck I could go
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| Didn’t have a light to heat the stove
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| Beat the odds when I met a couple goals
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| Now I’m living like I never did befo'
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| XOXO, I’m signing the letter
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| Dear mama, knew it’d all get better
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| The flow get wetter, scores get settled
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| The kettle whistles and I refill the mug
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| I’m sitting back, she in my lap
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| Rubbing my back, an inch from the cup
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| Hope it don’t spill, golly, I feel swell
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| Hell, and if it fails
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| Got a new plan, my feet in the sand
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| Switched the location, prepared in advance
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| Dressed in all white feeling godly
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| She said her man is a square like Godfrey
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| She let me beat it up like Rodney
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| Now that boy salty, face scrunched up, Gilbert Gottfried
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| Watch your tone, pimpin', don’t watch me
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| Even though I’m on the green like Bocce
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| Sincerely yours, Raiden X
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| Yeah, Negashi |