| Recommend play my song on the radio
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| You too busy trying to find that blue-eyed soul
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| I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke
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| And I swear too much on the regular
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| We gone let them hits fly, we gone let it go
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| If it ain’t XO then it gotta go
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| I just won a new award for a kids show
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| Talking 'bout a face-numbing off a bag of blow
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| I’m like «Goddamn, bitch, I am not a Teen Choice
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| Goddamn, bitch, I am not a bleach boy.»
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| Whip game, make a nigga understand though
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| Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo
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| Hit the gas so hard make it rotate
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| All my niggas blew up like a propane
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| All these R&B niggas be so lame
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| Got a sweet Asian chick she go Lo Mein
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| You know me, you know me, you know me
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| Every time we try to forget who I am
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| I’ll be right there to remind you again
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| You know me (pow! pow!), you know me
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| Said I’m just tryna swim in something wetter than the ocean
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| Faded off a double cup, I’m mixing up the potion
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| All I wanna do is make that money and make dope shit
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| It just seem like niggas tryna sound like all my old shit
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| Everybody knows it, all these niggas know me
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| Platinum off a mixtape, sipping on that codeine
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| Pour it in my trophies, roll until my nose bleed
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| I’mma keep on singing while I’m burning up that OG
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| All my niggas get it they make money all alone
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| Rock a chain around they neck making sure I’m getting home
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| When I travel 'round the globe, make a couple mil a show
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| And I come back to my city, I fuck every girl I know
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| Used to walk around with a slouch, had a mattress on the floor
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| Now my shit straight eating all day, tryna lose weight
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| That good sex, we’ll sweat it out, hotel bedsprings we’ll wear it out
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| I ain’t gotta tell you 'cause
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| You know me, you know me
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| You know me, you know me
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| Every time we try to forget who I am
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| I’ll be right there to remind you again
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| You know me (pow! pow!), you know me
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| Why don’t you shake something, shake something for the Don?
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| Don’t you break nothing, break nothing
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| Baby girl, won’t you work something, work something for the Don?
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| Don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
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| Big girl, won’t you shake something, shake something for the Don?
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| Won’t you break nothing, break nothing?
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| Baby girl, won’t you work something, work something for the Don?
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| Don’t you hurt nothing, hurt nothing
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| 'Cause you know me, they know me
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| You ain’t know me yet you know me |