| Don’t turn me off
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| You’re playing around
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| Don’t act like I don’t know
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| I’m ready to blow
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| I’m ready to blow
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| Just put me on
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| I’ve been around a minute
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| I should know
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| I’m ready to blow
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| Ready to blow
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| Don’t turn me off
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| Don’t let me stop
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| I stay up no blue pill
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| Got no shit I’m too broke
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| All these young think I’m doing too much
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| You ain’t seen shit
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| I ain’t done noth-
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| Did you like your lips were built to spill
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| I’m a secret you keep in your jewelers
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| A weakness gon whip at
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| These fishes on chlorophyll
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| Surrounding the caution yellow
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| Please drown in the drool
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| Like your down in the pool
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| With your legs tied up to a cinder block
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| You’re a vacant hearted kid in a garden
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| I’m a filthy armpit
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| But you smell me coming
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| (Dick is clay-yay)
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| Running shit
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| My calfs is crazy
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| Cash has never been optional
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| It’s a package deal with the product bro
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| You don’t even gotta pay extra
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| You just gotta pay respect to
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| Everybody wants to be next up
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| I just wanna inspire them
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| I just wanna go prior and
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| No I never get tired
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| I’m a legendary degree
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| Bringing the holies of holies out of the darkness
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| That’s just the job of an artist
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| Don’t even get me started
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| Cause
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| I’ve already been gone
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| You’ll never
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| Don’t ever
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| Don’t ever
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| Don’t turn me off
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| You’re playing around
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| Don’t act like I don’t know
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| I’m ready to blow
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| I’m ready to blow
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| Just put me on
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| I’ve been around a minute
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| I should know
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| I’m ready to blow
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| Ready to blow
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| Don’t turn me off
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| You can turn me off
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| If you wanna
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| That’s your option
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| But
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| You gone miss some bangers
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| Buy these fuckers
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| Yeah I got em, yeah I got em
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| Yeah, really really got em
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| Girls get silly when I drop em
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| Twenty-four seven
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| Round the clock
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| Twenty-four seven
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| Have em slumping over like I shot em
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| Always something hungry tamagotchi
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| Get the finger-fucking Maserati
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| Me and Nnamdi gonna cook up the good stuff
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| Some sweet tasty pastries
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| And shove it down your throats, Kobayashi
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| You watered down wieners are so ugh
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| You girls make me gag
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| You a joke, you a gag
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| I need to go write a fucking book
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| Tell you little youngins where to look
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| Sell your little youngins on the scheme
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| Not a damn knocking on my team
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| I’ve got blunts like that from Anápolis
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| Stunts like Jackie Chan
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| I pull up in gold chucks in a caravan
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| Funny dance like I’m Adam Sand
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| Leave ‘em tagged like an ampersand
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| Leave me alone I’m the master hand
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| I’m three hundred percent of the average man
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| And you can cube that I’m in the swag class
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| You can tune me out but you can’t turn me off (no)
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| Even unplugged I still got the power (still got the power)
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| When you get shit done that leaves more room for fun
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| So I’mma cap this verse and go game (game)
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| Don’t turn me off
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| You’re playing around
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| Don’t act like I don’t know
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| I’m ready to blow
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| I’m ready to blow
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| Just put me on
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| I’ve been around a minute
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| I should know
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| I’m ready to blow
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| I’m ready to blow
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| Don’t ever, don’t ever, don’t ever |