| Then I must be the most dangerous man on Earth
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| Kannon with the hits, homie
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| Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
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| Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
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| Don’t put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
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| Her pussy pink, it’s in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
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| Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
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| Don’t put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
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| Her pussy pink, it’s in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
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| Duffel at the Hilton but snuggld at the Weston
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| Get up, did my danc, I heard shawty single, bestie
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| I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
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| Shut up 'bout yo' mans, romance meant to be messy
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| Messed up, but she kept up, that shit impressed me
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| I call the shots, don’t need no telephone or no microphone
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| You call it quits, tell me who better Jones
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| You or all my clones?
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| Can you admit I’m fly just like a drone?
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| In every time zone, I’m on yo' mind
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| I left yo' mind blown, now yo' mind gone
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| I’m 'bout to pull up, just give me a minute
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| It took me a hour before I had spent it
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| I’m all in the mentions of all the critics
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| They want me get jiggy, so I’m finna kill it
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| I’m rockin' like milly, I’m hotter than chili
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| I got me a milli like I was from Philly
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| Ayy, watch me get busy, I’m finna get dizzy
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| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
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| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
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| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (Ayy)
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| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
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| Smoke, question mark, you don’t want none (You don’t want none)
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| Brodie knocked him out the park, home run (Home run)
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| Askin' me for my fire, go get your own gun (Go get your own gun)
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| And I don’t even tote none and I still won (And I still won)
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| I don’t want no dealings, I don’t want no business
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| With none of you women and none of you guys
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| I’m one of the realest, I’m really real
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| I’m real, can’t even come disguise me
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| Don’t surprise me, don’t like surprises
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| Give me my prize when you recognize me
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| Love all my brothers like I was a Isley
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| Trustin' my mother, she always beside me
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| Never behind me, hope she live past ninety
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| Hope I can make it to nineteen without a crime scene
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| Feel like I’m Einstein
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| Lightbulb on my head 'cause that was a hell of a rhyme scheme
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| My eyes gleam with bright beams
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| And the light screams and night dreams
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| And fuck Jeffrey Epstein (Fuck him)
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| Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, chop 'em up
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| Got my da, da, da, da, got my dollars up
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| It go like fa, fa, fa, fa, go get the doctor, bruh
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| La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, outta luck
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| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
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| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
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| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it
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| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin'
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| Couple million for a check, might have a party on a jet
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| Don’t put Brazilians up on deck, they keep on begging me for sex
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| Her pussy pink, it’s in the flesh, get away 'fore I get arrested
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| Duffel at the Hilton but snuggled at the Weston
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| Get up, did my dance, I heard shawty single, bestie (Ayy)
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| I stepped up, then I dressed up and she undressed me
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| Shut up 'bout yo' mans, romance meant to be messy
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| Messed up, but she kept up, that shit impressed me
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| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (Brr, we gon' hit that shit)
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| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin' (We gon' hit that shit, we gon' flip that
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| shit)
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| Hit it, flip it, whip it, dish it (We gon' do that shit right)
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| Kill it, hit it, everybody jiggin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
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| NLE, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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| Get the doctor
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| Get your money
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| Top Shotta don dada |