| I’m kinda like Jordans, you cannot afford them
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| You tellin' me that you liked my album but you copped it on a torrent
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| These sucker hoes is boring, don’t come for my fortune
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| Cause I’m not letting you in, not unless you got warrants
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| I’m not here taking friend requests and we ain’t companions
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| Fake acting like you know me just to hop on the caravan
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| Not here for shenanigans, I been on what’s happening
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| No new kids in my household, y’all hoes is my grandchillin'
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| You could act Hollywood, bitch, I’m from Manhattan
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| I got homies out in Hackney Wick picking me up from Paddington
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| Me all «walk like a champion, and talk like a champion»
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| Little one, I’m a veteran, why you riding my bandwagon?
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| Survey says I’m Grace Jones
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| Survey says Naomi
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| It’s my first time to your country
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| How does everybody know me?
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| The blacker the berry, the sweetest juiciest only
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| I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| Grace, Alek or Naomi, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| Deng da Deng da dang, I’m doing my thang
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| I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| You still out here fucking with them fuckboys?
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| Fuck you, nigga, I fuck boys
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| Y’all still runnin y’all mouths? |
| Y’all laymans make noise
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| I make noise and all it gets me is great poise
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| I get mines, don’t get mines, go get yours
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| I came for it, I’m not the one that you send for
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| I fast forward the fashions, you’re wearing last fall
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| You cornball, I’m serial; |
| I crack codes
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| With a undertone hella boysenberry
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| And I would never do a day in penitentiary
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| Y’all kids going soft like Martinelli’s
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| You can go and ask your sensei, I’m legendary
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| I’m jiggy and i’m spicy, so these gully niggas don’t like me
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| But it’s highly likely that I don’t give a fuck
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| Like potholes on the sidewalk, I strut right over you
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| Cracks in the concrete, break your back, mommy, pop it
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| Survey says I’m Grace Jones
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| Survey says Naomi
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| It’s my first time to your country
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| How does everybody know me?
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| The blacker the berry, the sweetest juiciest only
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| I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| Grace, Alek or Naomi, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| Deng da Deng da dang, I’m doing my thang
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| I’m looking so Lupita, Grace, Alek or Naomi
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| Ooh la la, I’m feelin free. |
| Watch the sway
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| I got about a hundred bangers in my LV dossier
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| Every time I leave the country I come back with 20k
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| Like, at least, bitch, I breeze like leaves, get it?
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| I’m in the deli gettin $ 7 sandwiches
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| My room’s a mess cause designers keep on giving me gifts
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| Oh, you niggas is fashion now? |
| Well I’m the fashionest
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| I think I need a 2nd bedroom just for these outfits
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| Killing you niggas with kindness, shading you niggas, same timing
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| All of my homies is verified cuz all my homies is grinding
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| All of these girls is jetset like nobody’s back on that island
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| And these basic cable bitches be watching, staring and sighing
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| I’m the bati, the banjee, the banjee, the carry
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| I’m the carrier dandy, the dad of the family
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| I’m the faggot they stan or they don’t understand it
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| I run with the posse and I band with the bandits |