| Aye, how long you gon' be a dustball man?
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| You super dusty
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| Super musty
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| J to the Z
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| You super ugly
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| To you I am a man
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| To the public I’m figures
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| Bitches lusting
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| Say they love me
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| That’s just off of some pictures
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| I embellish my position
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| So they think I’m ambitious
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| You gotta fake it till you make it
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| They don’t know it’s fictitious
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| Shh
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| Face into the fruit
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| While bumping Zapp & Roger
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| I can’t lose the fame
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| So I maintain a couple chargers
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| Knew I was the shit
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| When I got word of the imposters
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| In love with the gram
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| It keep me slumped
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| Like bad posture
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| People always tell me that I should be wanting more
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| 'Cause niggas only know my name with an underscore
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| Man I swear that they’re jealous
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| Ooh I know that they’re jealous
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| I been shitting on the gram
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| Ooh I know you could smell
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| I’m 'bout to hit 4 1 K
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| Fuck a 401K
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| I just posted two pics
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| That hit a G in one day
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| And you try to talk me down
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| But I know that you want it
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| You want the numbers
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| You want all this fucking love in abundance
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| You ain’t poppin'
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| You ain’t shit
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| You ain’t poppin'
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| You ain’t shit
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| Woah
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| You ain’t poppin'
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| You ain’t shit
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| You ain’t poppin'
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| You ain’t shit
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| To you I am a lady
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| To them I’m what God gave me
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| Niggas lusting
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| Say they love me
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| I deal with this on the daily
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| These niggas be on flint
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| It’s water on me when I aim
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| They comment about my beauty
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| But my face ain’t in the frame
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| Keep the little debbie in focus
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| That’s the key to keep
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| All these motherfuckers focused
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| On me
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| I mean the creeps
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| Fishing with the pussy
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| Try’na be me
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| And you might get a couple follows
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| But you’ll never sell this tea
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| Please
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| Keisha try’na tell me that I should wear more clothes
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| 'Cause I’m only seeking love
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| That I’m lacking at home
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| But if she really was a friend
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| She wouldn’t say the shit she said
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| Try’na tell me that I’m poppin'
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| 'Cause I’m lacking self respect
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| She wants the ballers in her DM
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| Invitations just to see 'em
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| Jealousy
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| 'Cause I probably end up cashing as a BM
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| I’m an actress, model, dancer
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| Plus the whole world loves me
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| A business woman
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| Ooh she’s mad 'cause her man wants to fuck me
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| I hate niggas like you
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| Ain’t shit but you be judging
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| When it’s time to criticize yourself
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| You’re never saying nothing
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| Bitch I see you on the gram
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| Like your shit all great
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| Around the world
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| But you get no love in your own state
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| 100 grand for couple vids
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| But you can’t sell out my bathroom
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| Only love is on the net
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| I know it hurts you
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| It has to
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| 20 people out in Poland
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| You won’t post that, right?
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| But post the 800 for Kweli
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| Like «What a great night»
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| You a phony
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| Tryna tell me I ain’t poppin'
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| You don’t know me
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| Always posted by yourself
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| Where’s your love
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| I bet you’re lonely
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| Thousand something on the follows
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| Likes barely hit 100
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| You be posting 'bout your shows
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| And it’s clear nobody’s coming
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| Nigga please
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| Stop it
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| Thinking that you’re hot shit
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| A couple things be trending
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| And you never been a topic
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| Looking down upon me
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| Like «nigga, get your shit together»
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| Let me live
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| Look yourself in the mirror
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| Remember
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| Wait hold up, hold up
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| Don’t stop my shit
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| Imma try something
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| Aye
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| Aye
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| You super dusty
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| Super musty
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| J to the Z
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| You super ugly
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| Super dusty
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| Super musty
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| J to the Z
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| You super… |