| I swear I used to hate bein' tall
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| Now I’m lookin' over nigga like he too small
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| Tall skinny nigga with a rag up in his drawers
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| Ooh, yah, yah
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| I swear they fucked up when they counted us out
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| These niggas done lost and that’s no doubt
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| Bitch you play hard, to your mouth
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| Yah, yah
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| I had to keep it real with myself
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| I gotta love myself before I love somebody else
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| I gotta love myself before I love somebody else
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| Yah, yah, yah
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| They dependent on me
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| They dependent on me, gotta keep my on me
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| They tryna lay up on me, gotta keep that K up on me
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| That bitch gon' stay up on me
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| Everything taller than a mothafucka
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| Now these rats lookin' taller than a mothafucka
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| Bitch, I’m 'bout to ball on a mothafucka
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| Ooh, yah, yah
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| I swear I used to hate bein' tall
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| Now I’m lookin' over nigga like he too small
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| Tall skinny nigga with a rag up in his drawers
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| Ooh, yah, yah
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| I swear they fucked up when they counted us out
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| These niggas done lost and that’s no doubt
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| Bitch you play hard, pistol to your mouth
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| Yah, yah
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| Everybody used to laugh at us
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| Now everybody lookin' mad at us
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| I pull up in that fuckin' truck
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| Best believe we got them rags on us
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| Now I’m cashin' out at Toys-R-Us
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| I got my son readin' Magic School Bus
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| Got that Patek on my wrist, it cost a cool buck
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| Now everybody tryna ride up on our bus
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| She ride that dick and best believe I’m gonna bus
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| I’m a minute man, baby, I can’t make no love
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| I’m a minute man, baby, I don’t give no fuck
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| Ooh, yah
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| I swear I used to hate bein' tall
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| Tall skinny nigga with a rag up in his drawers
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| Ooh, yah |