| Skinny Nikki geeky, gettin' brain dead, uh
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| I don’t give a fuck what the lames say, uh
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| Old girl wanna give the boy head
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| How 'bout a little bitty self-love instead?
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| I can’t fuck a ho, I’d rather self-love instead
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| Can’t save a ho, no S on my chest, or gun to my head (Ah)
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| Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
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| Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread, uh
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| I ain’t just tryna get a nut off
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| Bobby Boy be quick to leave a bad bitch cut off
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| Like when you in the studio and the vocal get cut…
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| Five hundred thousand for a one-off
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| Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
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| It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
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| Bumping N.W.A. |
| on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh, uh)
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| Five hundred thousand for a one-off
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| Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
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| It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
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| Bumping N.W.A. |
| on the 101-uh (Uh)
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| Like (Ah)
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| Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
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| Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread
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| I’m feelin' like Kid Cudi
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| A little crazy, but tell me, what genius ain’t a little nutty?
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| Everybody be like that sometimes
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| You can hear it in me in some rhymes
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| I ain’t bipolar, Kanye make me wish I was
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| 'Cause that level of genius the meanest
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| Nobody fuckin' around with that flow
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| When I spit it, you know it’s the cleanest, uh
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| All my haters can suck my penis
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| Went from five hundred a show to sellin' out arenas
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| From SOB’s in NYC
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| To smokin' trees at the motherfuckin' Garden
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| Pardon my ego, uh
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| Maybe it’s the weed smoke
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| Maybe it’s the beat though
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| If I draw it in the sand
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| Better not cross the line like a free throw, uh
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| Five hundred thousand for a one-off
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| Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
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| It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
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| Bumping N.W.A. |
| on the 101-uh (Uh, woo, uh)
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| Five hundred thousand for a one-off
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| Hit the stage, I rage, and then I run off (Uh)
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| It don’t matter where we at, it’s poppin' like a gun off (Uh)
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| Bumping N.W.A. |
| on the 101-uh (Uh)
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| Like (Ah)
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| Get the bread (Ah), get the bread (Ah)
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| Count this fucking money, boy, now get the bread |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pardon My Ego , by - Logic. Song from the album Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп