| Bitch, as I was sayin', don’t you touch a motherfuckin' button up here, bitch.
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| Nothin' in this cockpit, ho. |
| You gon' fuck around and crash this ship so don’t
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| you touch a motherfuckin' thang up here, bitch
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| Ayy, mayday, nigga! |
| This- this is the- this is the Nebu Kinigga, nigga.
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| I’m 'bout to crash land. |
| I don’t know where the fuck I’m goin',
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| somebody send me the coordinates or somethin', nigga! |
| Where the- where the
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| fuck am I goin', nigga?!
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| 8.7, 34.5 longitude and latitude
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| With a 4.0 and no less than a 3.5 inside of the classroom
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| I’m carcinogen and give a bitch every inch of dick as if it’s past due
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| I give her Yelp a bad review and stomp a nigga out
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| In a pair of all white Stacy Adams tappin' shoes
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| «Oh shit, CuumMoney, them niggas on ya dick»
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| Oh well, that’s bad news
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| I took a nap, now I’m back to stay on a nigga naps
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| Like S-curls, line ups, and head tattoos
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| Everything around me, nigga, you know that cash rules
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| Get edged up in a fitted cap like Papoose
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| Every bar a meal, my nigga, I’m spittin' rap food
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| Try to play real and won’t hesitate to clap you
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| Shit, bitch, we gotta switch to a different curriculum
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| It’s ridiculous how my dick, it just swing like a pendulum
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| «All he does is talk about his dick, what a waste of penmanship»
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| My same pen from my penmanship is the pen I take attendance with
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| Same pen from attendance is the same pen I fuck these bitches with
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| Same pen I fuck bitches with, I use to write down these digits quick
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| The digits hit and add up to what would have been before difference split
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| So I hit Africa with the same bitch from licks I attended with
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| 87−83−2- south, 34.50.85. |
| east (Wah)
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| 87−83−2- south, 34.50.85. |
| east (Ha)
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| 87−83−2- south, 34.5- nah, hold up man, nah-nah, fuck that shit, nigga (Wah)
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| Africa, Africa, Africa, that shit so magical
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| What happen, what happen, happen to us, shit was so tragic, then
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| They sacked us, then shackled, and packed us up
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| Promised us promise land
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| Then beat us, reteach us, mistreat us, gentrifying where we stand
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| I’m grown now, mama, I’m grown now, teach me these truths I type
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| 'Bout how they really not tryna protect me but wanna take my life
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| 'Bout how they try to portray me as ugly, but imitate my plight
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| 'Bout how Jesus ain’t real and my cries only unearth my fight
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| Teach me 'bout the Asiatic black man and how he is me
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| Teach me 'bout how «nigga» derives from «negus» and it means «king»
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| Teach me 'bout Haile Selassie and Emperor Menelik
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| I want to be God if that’s what it means for me
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| To be a G |