| Here’s a dome shot to this nigga named Otis
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| Niggas think they the coldest but nigga you just the oldest
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| Niggas be chasing they youth but it’s gone
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| Yo 'Ye, this nigga ain’t even wanna put you on
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| And then he turned around, put on Sean
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| But forget to tell em Benny Han Han don’t sell no fucking Wonton’s
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| I don’t wear Sean John, but fuck with that Ciroc shit
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| Tupac back, well Hit Em Up on some Pac shit
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| Who run the world? |
| Jayceon
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| Will Kelly Rowland come and be my Motivation
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| If you invented swag then I invented gangsta
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| Got one in the chamber, the Throne is now in danger
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| And I don’t wear no Gucci Gucci Fendi Fendi Prada
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| I’m Charles Louboutin, you niggas ain’t sayin' nada
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| Lil white bitch better stay in ya place
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| You call me a nigga, I’ma put the K in ya face
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| It’s a stick up bitch
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| (So put your hands up in the air)
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| (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
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| Know is any Gangstas up in here?
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| I do it, I do it, boi
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| So put your hands up in the air
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| (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
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| Know is any Gangstas up in here?
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| I do it
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| Call Khaled, tell him Fuck it, I’m on one
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| I created Tyler, the Creator
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| Here go courtside seats
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| You are now watching the greatest
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| Shades blocking the haters
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| Stays rocking the layers
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| The Show Goes On
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| Til I start aiming the Lasers
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| And Lupe’ll souffle half you muthafuckers
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| Its the Drew league, I don’t wanna speak about the Rucker
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| Cause Jennifer Lopez just got a divorce and I already got her up in the Porsche
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| Tryna teach you How To love
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| How To Love
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| Marc Anthony too short (bitch)
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| Look how that nigga look
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| And I’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot Crooks and Castles
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| All my niggas crooks with castles
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| Red Nation graduation yeah crooks with tassels
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| It’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
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| Sittin up in Marvins Room, blowing that Marley
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| You wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air
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| (So put your hands up in the air)
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| (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
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| Know is any Gangstas up in here?
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| I do it, I do it, boi
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| So put your hands up in the air
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| (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
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| Know is any Gangstas up in here?
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| I do it
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| I got the money up in the rubber band
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| Don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
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| I ain’t Morris Chestnut, I ain’t Ricky
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| But I give you 9 shots, you can call that Fifty
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| Dre got that Super Bass I just call it Nicki
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| Working on that Detox, blowin on that sticky
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| Can I hit it In The Morning?
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| Better be a quickie
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| Gotta hustle hard, Ace, Tunechi and Ricky
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| Waves Frank Ocean, you can see my Odd Future
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| You gon need more than Novacaine after I shoot ya
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| Yesterday I went to Coachella not to see Jigga
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| I went to see Wiz but there’s Amber, perfect
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| I took a seat on the red futon
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| Hit it with that Wiz shit on, whatever
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| So put that pussy on my face
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| and let me taste, a little taste
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| I’ma eat it up like it’s my last
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| I’ma I’ma do it different, she ain’t gettin no cash
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| You know why? |
| I’m Not A Star
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| Somebody lied I got a chppper in the car, huh
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| That ain’t a lie
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| (So put your hands up in the air)
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| (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
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| Know is any Gangstas up in here?
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| I do it, I do it, boi
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| So put your hands up in the air
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| (I just wanna, I just wanna, I just wanna)
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| Know is any Gangstas up in here?
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| I do it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Uncle Otis , by - The Game. Song from the album The Blackwall Street, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп