| Aye
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| Yea
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| Zay, wut up?
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| (I'm so sick)
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| Aye scream, wut dese niggas got on man?
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| I’m in a spaceship out in space,
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| I call the whip Apollo,
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| My swaggers on the moon,
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| In a 08 Marshalago,
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| Now you think that you got swag,
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| Cause you went and bought a bag,
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| But Gucci don’t make dat,
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| And Louis don’t make dat,
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| Now I’m looking at your bag,
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| Like what the hell is that?
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| Like man that can’t be real,
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| But if it is den take it back,
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| Cause dey got you,
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| Sick of you I’m like Ah-Chu.
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| I’m so sick,
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| So sick,
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| So sick,
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| So sick,
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| In my wrist,
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| In my fitted,
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| In my whip,
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| With my bitch,
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| I’m so sick (We sick of you)
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| In the middle of the mall,
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| Like shawty please don’t do it,
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| Dat shit is way too big,
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| Dem not diamonds, dem is cubics.
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| 80 dollars for the chains,
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| Boi I wouldn’t do it,
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| Dey gon tear up in a day,
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| And boi you gon look stupid,
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| Boy dem cannot be Pradas,
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| A hundred dollars they got ya, (Soft tacos)
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| You went and bought that fitted,
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| You just wasted all your guapo, (Guapo)
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| Looking at my wrist,
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| But I bet it ain’t Movado.
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| I’m so sick,
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| So sick,
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| So sick,
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| So sick,
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| In my wrist,
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| In my fitted,
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| In my whip,
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| With my bitch,
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| I’m so sick (We sick of you)
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| She thinks that she’s a dime,
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| Cause you told her she’s the one,
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| Her nails look good,
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| But her toes not done,
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| Got a 60 dollar hair-do, (Hair-do)
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| And a 50 dollar tattoo,
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| Sick of you, (Ah-Chu)
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| Got a tongue ring for free,
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| She won’t put that tongue on me,
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| She can put that tongue on you,
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| You can kiss dat shit for free,
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| Got that outfit from Rainbows, (Rainbows)
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| 20 bucks for those Stilettos,
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| Oh no!
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| I’m so sick,
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| So sick,
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| So sick,
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| So sick,
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| In my wrist,
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| In my fitted,
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| In my whip,
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| With my bitch,
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| I’m so sick (We sick of you)
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| When you woke up and,
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| You thought that you could fool da world,
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| You can fool a couple people,
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| You can’t fool da world,
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| I’m a tell on you, (Tell on you)
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| Tell em zay, (Tell em zay)
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| I’m a snitch, (I'm a snitch)
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| That shit ain’t real,
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| You know it wa’nt real,
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| Check your swag,
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| Now check your Gucci shoes,
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| And check your Louis bag,
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| We sick of you,
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| We sick of you, (We sick of you)
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| Goodbye.
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| Now take dat monkey shit off,
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| You embarrassing us,
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| Take dat monkey shit off,
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| You embarrassing us, |