| I’m in the right mode, real bold untold riches in my pocket
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| Well you heard my rhymes you seen my pictures
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| Bitches see me, they wanna be me And all the brothers run to them cuz they can’t reach me For real maybe I’m magic, everyone David Coppafeel
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| Automatically grab it Diva Don’t fuss believe me, you built like a bus
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| I’m a jump you like Kneival in a rush, please
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| I got a Ph. D a playa hatin degree when it ain’t me check me University teach class dispatch grade D my Keats kick you in the Balzac
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| Alls that so wack, hiphop hits gone bad, but that brag dag, it’s temptin
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| Money Cash Hoes let me kick a little somethin
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| I can put the ho back in hotel, write, win a Nobel, run wit the cartel
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| Rock? |
| Well I rock well, slam like a Montel, fat eat a Snackwell
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| Smack like a Bonne Bell
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| Talk with the tic tac on the Startac wait hate that
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| It’s Rap gettin tired
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| Booty Call of the Wild -I'm snorin
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| Like Hootie all of a sudden-borin
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| You Don’t Blowfish? |
| Hmm. |
| Let me finish, I’m a step wit
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| Someone on the right tip the right shit, the champ sip
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| Trap for the flip hit Billboard shit
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| Damn I did it (what for?)
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| Connect 4, pretty sneaky sis, gimme some more
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| Cuz this Cracker needs a Jack, need some caramel in the back
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| And since you askin lick me like Baskin
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| Like you Robbin cream/where you been?
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| Multitask my ass like computer blue Year 2
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| Oh no shoot, Hal’s gone crazy, Amazing, Grace |