| Hi to the haterz
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| I’ll see you later
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| Please don’t step on the gatorz
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| Do me a favor
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| Just keep hatin on me… on me
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| We we got plenty… ya’ll ya’ll got none
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| You say you say u lookin for somebody hotter than the sun
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| You prolly prolly like ne-yo but shawty I’m the one
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| I, I o u nawl u o me
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| Ya’ll pop champagne… let’s pop 3
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| Tryna get my bills up like John Seed
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| So girl you kno I I’m not free
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| No one ever thought up in the streets that I could hold it down
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| Talkin that shit while I bring that heat and now I hold the crown
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| Even with all this weight on me could’ntbring me down
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| Go ahead and keep hatin on me
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| So I can wave
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| We we takin over FE FI FO FUM
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| Yo kno I kno I got your speakers bangin bangin out your trunk
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| This drank that I’ve been drankin got me feelin kinda shhh
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| I’m tipsy… Ya’ll miss me
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| And they hatin cause I’ve been around the world like disney
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| Really… straight from the
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| And Can’t nobody stop me now now now now
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| Yo that be your girl that’s jockin me
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| Yo the bass in the drum that’s knockin me
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| Anywhere u go they watchin me
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| Cause I’m fly as a birthday flockin me
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| U hot no property
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| And I got monopoly
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| And I can stack it up
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| While she can back it up
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| And nobody in the streets is stoppin me
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| U see the shoes and the whip
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| With the chrome on the lip
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| They Hate
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| Or maybe it’s the glare from lice on kit or the ice on my wrist
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| They stare
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| Shit, listen, I ain’t get the manager but I don’t see why they hate
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| Can u see why they HATE
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| I ain’t gonna lie, they make u wanna run and tell somebody |