| Yeah yeah yeah
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| Let’s cut to the chase I’m sicker than Lupus
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| Stop sending shots on the sly, bitch, raise that mic and fucking shoot us
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| To be Frank like Lucas hitting on me is paid and useless
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| Don’t try and do it like Jesus, look at that bitch that fucking Judas
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| Pull up in a whip, that’s sick, convert that shit, top missing that’s roofless
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| Have a seat bitch please, you’re dribbling moist spitting nothing but mucus
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| Which stupid motherfucker told you you was born to make to music
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| They must’ve been on coke and snorted a whole mountain up their nose
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| Who does what they want when they wanna, that’s me, that’s I, that’s right, I do
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| Red, yellow, pink, orange, purpl, hair and blue
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| I’ve done very colour of the rainbow
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| Hello, yellow, don’t mind if I do
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| My kicks are way too lit you could never walk in my shoes
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| You could never par with my gang
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| Your shit is whack it don’t bang
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| You ain’t nang, you’re scared
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| In slang, you’re prang
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| Underestimate me so I can estimate your head top
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| And exactly how many bars it’s gonna take me to blow your scalp off
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| I can see it all now
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| Follicles flying in the air
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| Strands of hair
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| Travelling quick in the atmosphere
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| Let me make it clear
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| Nobody’s close
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| Not even my reflection in the mirror is anywhere near
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| You don’t want me to ever appear
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| If I do then there’s gonna be tears
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| Gonna be grief
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| Gonna be hell
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| Gonna be shells
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| Get a straight jacket, put me in a cell
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| Ring the alarm, set off the bells
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| My attitude stinks but I love the smell
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| Girl you was big, now you be small
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| Just like Adele
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| I heard I fell off
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| Where did I fall, on top of your head
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| Bitches beneath me like some concrete
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| I need a new body on my cv
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| Targets, I got a long sheet
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| You’re on the throne now you’re in the wrong seat
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| I don’t mind beef
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| I’m used to arms like a long sleeve
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| Wabi-sabi, in a pink car, like a Barbie
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| Doing donuts in a rarri
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| That’s narly
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| I got all the smoke and I pop smoke
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| Like welcome to my party
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| Get stacks of paper and fold it
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| Origami
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| Got the plug he’s Somali
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| Charlie, Charlie, I’ve got Chaplin
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| Bout to eat the game with no napkin
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| Bout to leave a bitches cage rattling
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| I’m the captain
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| This is my shit, stop acting
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| (Stop acting)
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| (Stop acting)
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| (Stop acting) |