| She got an ass like her mama’s, call that Julia Roberts
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| This pretty lady is crazy cause she addicted to drama
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| I’m tryna keep it romantic, I’m like Matthew McConaugh
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| Don’t need to be a detective to figure out that she want it
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| She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her father
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| She loves to listen to oldies and wear her hair like Madonna
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| She tell her dad I’m a doctor, I think that she clueless
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| I only play one on TV like I’m a young George Clooney
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| Dawg I was destined for movies, getting better when older
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| You need to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder
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| If you are slacking a bunch, pack it up
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| Got a Wahlberg flow, packing a punch
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| Billy Madison I’m never packing a lunch
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| But I’m eating y’all raps cause you snacking it much
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| I’m just a fighter, an All-American psycho rapper
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| I Minnie Driver these girls crazy, there ain’t no after
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| I’m on that Casablanca, watch out homie this is classic
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| My life reality television, ain’t no one acting
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| The city can be mine
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| But you just need to stop and learn your lines
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| Hey girl, well let’s make a movie
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| You can be my leading lady beauty
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| Grab your camera, don’t be shy
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| Things ain’t always black and white
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| We can make this world into our movie
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| These people asking me questions, they like «how did you do it?»
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| Now the way we blowing up, it’s like a Michael Bay movie
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| I got a beautiful mind, so got these beautiful women
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| They say you win some and lose some but all I’m doing is winning
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| My life like Benjamin Button, let’s go back to the future
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| And start it back in 2000 with just a mic and computer
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| I was just writing these raps, trying to bring the whole city with me
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| I went from being Home Alone and now I’m Richie, Richie
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| I put my old life behind me, jumped in front of the camera
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| I got these honeys going crazy, call that Jessica Alba
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| These other rappers are like how come they can’t get to where I did
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| Vring vring, here come Johnny homie I’m shining
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| I got bad bitches on my dick, clips homie I’m grinding
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| It’s so dope, they go home to TiVo and rewind it
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| Struggling rappers are acting like they some waiters now
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| They busy watching me make it homie, you wait around
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| The city can be mine
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| But you just need to stop and learn your lines
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| Hey girl, well let’s make a movie
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| You can be my leading lady beauty
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| Grab your camera, don’t be shy
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| Things ain’t always black and white
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| We can make this world into our movie
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| Is it your eyes? |
| Is it your hair?
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| Is it your look? |
| Is it your stare?
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| I swear the camera love, love, love, love
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| I swear the camera love you
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| Is it your eyes? |
| Is it your hair?
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| Is it your look? |
| Is it your stare?
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| I’m tryna cut, cut
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| Oh this is the cut — the director’s cut
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| Hey girl, well let’s make a movie
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| You can be my leading lady beauty
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| Grab your camera, don’t be shy
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| Things ain’t always black and white
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| We can make this world into our movie
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| Now let them horns play… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Movie , by - Hoodie Allen. Song from the album People Keep Talking, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп