| Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
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| (Who you gettin' at, Nicki?)
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| Watch them cunts learn
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| Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
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| I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
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| Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
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| I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
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| Who ever gassed 'em ain’t none of my concern
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| But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
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| They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
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| But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
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| And that go for anybody, you’ll be thoroughly sorry
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| I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
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| All my powers back now I’m scary to zombies
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| Bring the heat to her, sizzle 'em, ain’t talking Kalonji
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| I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
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| Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
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| I ain’t givin', so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body
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| Gotta be king status to give men my body
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| (He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
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| Fuck, yeah, 'cause a Queen is what I embody, uh
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Yo, you can’t wear a Nicki wig and then be Nicki
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| That’s like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie
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| One rough ride, now you DMX and Swizzy
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| One hot video, you Hype? |
| Nah, you just giddy
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| You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
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| You got a nigga named JAY, now you 'Yoncé?
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| You got about three stacks, now you André?
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| You put a part in your fade, yeah you Nas, bae
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| You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
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| If it’s really your passion, would you give the world for that?
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| Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
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| At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
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| Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfectin' my craft
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| Still every team’s number one pick in the draft
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| You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
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| I’m Kobe, KD, Kyrie! |
| Pick a K
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Everytime I get high, I just think about you
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
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| I see ya, I see you
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| I see ya, I see you
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| To my surprise I saw you in my eyes
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| The nights I cried, repented of the lies
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| To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (ooh)
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (ooh)
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Ooh, burn, baby (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) |