| I don’t got no legs, put I got pockets
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| They fat, they fat
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| Stacks upon stacks
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| , yeah
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| I don’t got no arms either
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| Either way I got you
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| It just so happens that
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| I don’t got hands like them other boys
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| I don’t have eyes, but I see you
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| I see you pick a dude for the you
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| I don’t feel my lips moving
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| I don’t know what to tell you, yeah
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| I don’t even got no D for you
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| No knees, I can’t get down on one for you
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| I ain’t got no feet to be swept off
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| If I did, I’d be falling for you
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| I ain’t seen my body for a minute
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| Scattered on the hilltops
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| Put it on a milk box
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| So now you got my digits,, ey
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| Won’t you tell me if my arms are
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| Tell me if my legs are going too fast
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| Down this nu path, yeah
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| I payed to be,
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| Feeling like shredded cheese
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| I just sold a record, played, and had to pay for the therapy
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| Irony taste heavenly
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| Well, my bill’s payed
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| pretty chill today
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| I could be on the run moving
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| If let me
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| You should see me with my limbs intact
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| Used to be a, but you left
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| What if I went and built myself up from scratch?
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| What if I did that for you?
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| I ain’t seen my body for a minute
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| Scattered on the hilltops
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| Put it on a milk box
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| So now you got my digits,, ey
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| Won’t you tell me if my arms are
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| Tell me if my legs are going too fast
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| Down this nu path, yeah
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| Maybe I could lead you
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| Down this nu path, nu
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| Nu, nu, nu, nu |