| Uh, sit that ass on my face, 'til I look like an orangutan
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| Fuck them opp niggas, left me hangin' like a candy cane
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| Mathematics, like Einstein in a white jacket (Yeah)
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| More O’s than Google searches
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| That ass flat like the earth is
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| Look, mathematics
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| Might hit a stain like it’s 2011, I’m with gang and the '07 thing 0−7 James
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| tryna get a ring and I shoot like I’m Stephen, uh
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| Bite on her lips but I’m slippin' in, with a plus one like it’s arithmetic
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| Gift it like Christmases and Blitzens
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| And she gave me head longer than Stewie Griffin’s is
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| Yeah, mathematics
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| Since a young nigga jumpin' on mattress
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| We was in the hood with the madness
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| And now a nigga own it like a patent
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| Yeah, mathematics
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| I’ma go and tat it like a tattle
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| I can take a dollar in the attic
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| Please excuse my dear Aunt Sally
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| Ayy, mathematics
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| I was halfway there like the radius
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| Close like Wyclef and Haiti is
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| If I’m not coming you can bet my lady is
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| Mathematics, ghost ride the whip like a hearse
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| I know you tryna fuck like a curse
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| R Kelly should’a been in jail, I can merch
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| Yeah, mathematics
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| Throw that ass in the circumference
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| Codeine and rubbers in my luggage
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| And suitcase, just in case you wanna criss cross and get in jumpin'
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| She have opps, so a quick pass
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| Bring your friend, I bring one too
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| That’s a two on two, that’s quick math (Quick maths)
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| Uh, mathematics
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| Fat bastard
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| I’m from Austin, ayy, and have power, ayy
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| Double up, you should all know the way
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| And my skin on exfoliate
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| I was tryna focus on growin'
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| Now my numbers on exponent
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| Actually, I should try this, um
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| Mathematics
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| Might get a check, might cash it
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| Go ahead, deposit, might add it
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| Might as well like bad English
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| Midas touch like gold fingers
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| Midas touch like old Lincoln
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| We might slide to the function
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| She might curve you, you ugly
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| Uh, mathematics
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| Name ring a bell, where you live at?
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| I’m a star like Birdman head-tat
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| She come alive in the night like a damn bat
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| I put it all in the pot like a reverent, uh
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| Mr. Burns, excellent
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| I’m shinin' on my variables
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| Ooh, killem' Terio
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| Kill em' like Mysterio
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| The box too good it’s a burial
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| Came through drippin', I’ma fuck a princess
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| My real friends call me Ariel
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| New shit sound like Tha Carter did
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| Choppin' on the net like Vince Carter did
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| Drop the top had to reverse the whip got my man some herb to split and swerve
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| some shit |