| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| Yeah, yeah, I’m the shit
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| I should have Febreze on me
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| I got two L’s like Pelle, clip ya like LA, Lake’em
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| ISIL, I’mma bring home the bacon
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| You ain’t from Kingston, you are Ja-faking
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| You take her and make up, I mess up her makeup
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| She started with an A-cup, put some D’s on it
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| Yeah, I’m the shit, I should have Febreze on me
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| Take her back street and I put some P’s on it
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| Just left the Gucci store, all I got is G’s on me
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| My slangatory self-explanatory
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| Have my man step your mans, man got you mandatory
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| Tell her lift it in her ankle for me
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| Real niggas in danger, need a fucking container
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| When I open it up, I can’t fucking contain it
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| I’ve got ten toes on the pavement so why you fucking complaining?
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| Watch mad at my bracelet, my bracelet mad at my chain
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| Chain mad at my pinky so I can’t wear no earrings, 2 Chainz
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| Yeah, I’m the shit
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| I should have Febreze on me |