| Uh, uh, uh, huh
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| Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses
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| Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
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| Which one, pick one, this one, classic
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| Red from blonde, yeah bitch I’m drastic
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| Why this, why that, lips stop askin
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| Listen to me baby, relax and start passin
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| Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic
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| This one strong should be labelled as a hazard
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| Some of y’all niggas hot, sike I’m gassin
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| Clowns I spot em and I can’t stop laughin
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| Easy come, easy go, E-V gon’be lastin
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| Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
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| Some of y’all ain’t writin well, too concerned with fashion
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| None of you aint Giselle, cat walk and imagine
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| A lot of y’all Hollywood, drama, casted
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| Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it I knew I had to give you more, it’s only been a year
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| Now I got my foot through the door, and I ain’t goin nowhere
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| It took a while to get me in, and I’m gonna take my time
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| Don’t fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind
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| They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy (?)
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| Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a gangster, prankster, too much to eat
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| Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me
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| Now while you grittin your teeth
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| Frustration baby you got to breathe
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| Take a lot more than you to get rid of me You see I do what they can’t do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
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| Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don’t believe
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| Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
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| Love for my wordplay that’s hard to find
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| Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind
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| All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine
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| Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine
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| Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your rhymes
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| Let your bones crack
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| Your back pop, I can’t stop
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| Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
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| Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
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| Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out
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| Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E
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| Back track, think back, E-V-E
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| Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you
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| Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
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| Don’t believe I’ll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief
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| Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me Damn she much thinner know now I’m complete
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| Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die bitch, double R, came strong
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| Beware, cause I crush anything I land on Me here, ain’t no mistake nigga it was planned on |