| It’s so beautiful, it’s so lovely, it’s so gutterant, it’s so ugly
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| Love me or hate me, ya’ll can’t break me cause ya’ll ain’t make me
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| Some how, you can turn nothing into something though
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| I’m so cool man
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| Flyer than giraffe pussy
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| School boy fresh back with Mr Light Saber
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| Cook food for thought, these fruits of the labor
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| Off my high horse. |
| Pop up like screen savers
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| Fresh off the plane, from broad, high haters
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| Raisin the bar, I don’t need a spot
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| Fuck a cosign, you can see him hot
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| Nigga Honor me
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| Purple heart rhyme veteran this is special auto shit
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| Turn hoes on like late night letterman
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| Top of the line, nigga state of the art
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| This is high straight world wide
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| My style 740 7 lear jet fly
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| Ya’ll read swagger for dummies
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| My aura naturally disiminates from me
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| Underground Pimp C, Bun B in a Polo Rugby
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| Raps child play and I feel like, chuck you
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| And don’t it sound so lovely?
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| How high? |
| So high I ain’t never coming down, how fly? |
| So fly I reside in the
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| clouds. |
| How sick? |
| So sick that they on my dick. |
| You alladat? |
| Yeah I’m
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| alladatshit
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| How high? |
| So high I ain’t never coming down, how fly? |
| So fly I reside in the
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| clouds. |
| How sick? |
| So sick that they on my dick. |
| Everybody say hello to Mr.
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| Alladatshit
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| I be like hello? |
| hello? |
| hello? |
| Dingo
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| Where in the world is Donna San Diego?
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| Hoppin off the plane, Trinidad and Tobago
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| Study geography but you never know where we go
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| Crazy like C Low, excuse me Gnarly Barkley
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| She left me but I still need bail, Charles Barkley
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| Now I got chick that says I’m totally narly
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| She from CA, I call her Malibu Barbie
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| Stewart on the barbie
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| Calls me Raekwon the chief
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| When your foods in the stove, in 30 minutes or less
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| They say hip hops dead but I swear these niggas deaf
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| Cause baby girl thirsty, I’m still sucking on her chest
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| So this is RIP, for weak MCs
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| I am everything that these niggas wish they could be
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| I am rap I am hip hop, I’m a mother fucking hit
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| So when I’m done you can say goodbye to alladatshitttttttt
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| How high? |
| So high I ain’t never coming down, how fly? |
| So fly I reside in the
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| clouds. |
| How sick? |
| So sick that they on my dick. |
| You alladat? |
| Yeah I’m
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| alladatshit
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| How high? |
| So high I ain’t never coming down, how fly? |
| So fly I reside in the
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| clouds. |
| How sick? |
| So sick that they on my dick. |
| Everybody say hello to Mr.
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| Alladatshit
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| Chip bone
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| Double O I be so, in it
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| Oh yeah that’s my MO
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| Bitches tell me buy em drink, I just tell em N-O
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| Fucking with my money, you must not know what you in fo
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| Cockin back and punchin niggas out like I was Kimbo
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| Market Jacob shades make the bitches smoke em stolo
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| Sip that ace of spades but don’t get that on my Polo
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| Hood niggas, we just got a whole bunch of finesse
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| Cleveland is my city
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| St Clair we the best
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| Diamonds on my chest, check my polo vest
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| 5 hundred for those Gucci shoes ain’t nothing less
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| In other words I can dress, I got money I’m a spend it hoe
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| Fuck if you ain’t in it for the stuntin, then what you in it for?
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| I be on that cool shit, cooler than a Heineken
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| Is she cute? |
| And not how many fellas she can bring a friend
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| All them hoes be telling me, I’m something like celebrity
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| And when I wear them Gucci shades
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| I wonder if you can tell it’s me?
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| How high? |
| So high I ain’t never coming down, how fly? |
| So fly I reside in the
|
| clouds. |
| How sick? |
| So sick that they on my dick. |
| You alladat? |
| Yeah I’m
|
| alladatshit
|
| How high? |
| So high I ain’t never coming down, how fly? |
| So fly I reside in the
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| clouds. |
| How sick? |
| So sick that they on my dick. |
| Everybody say hello to Mr.
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| Alladatshit |