| If you’re feeling Stoopid
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| Feel the shit we move it
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| If you think you’re cupid
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| Don’t be afraid just do it
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| If you’re feeling fruity
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| Come on shake your booty
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| With your fake ass do it oh yeah
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| Talk about this that and the third
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| We dissing you wack nerd
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| The lyrics out your hand and piss on you wack nerds
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| I’m crazy, fucked up, broke and lazy
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| Trying to make normal friends but all of them hate me
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| Fuck everybody else
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| I’m only filling myself
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| Eat a lot of fat and sugar I’m killing my health
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| We trying building out well
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| It ain’t going that well
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| Matter of fact it’s going straight down to hell
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| Yo we claiming we street smart
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| Even though we step on stage lookin like retards
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| We are
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| Loudmouf cool, clean and handsome
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| Even though we look like jerks the ladies loves 'em
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| (You now you want some)
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| My shit, My shit
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| Hot like the oven get
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| We eat a lot of McDonalds
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| But we ain’t loving it
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| Keep shoving shit and sound wack but you just did
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| But then again he probably can’t help it cause he just can’t
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| I’mma call her bitch mommy a ma'
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| Cause I don’t want her to be my mother
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| Understand that pa'
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| I’m in my car straight doing delivery
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| Thinking I’m a star but don’t nobody remember me
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| Some years back my shit was wack
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| Hooked up with Loudmouf
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| Now we on the right track motherfucker
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| Yeah so keep listening
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| Baby rappers make me feel all like (?) citizens
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| Them suckers on our jock even though we’re dissing 'em
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| We’re still trying to sell rap funk
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| Still fishermen
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| Shit that ain’t smart
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| And I’m still trying to sell tracks but nobody listening |