| Did you never give a damn in the first place?
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| Maybe it’s time you had the tables turned (Cigarettes, haha)
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| 'Cause in the interest of all involved, I got the problem solved
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| And the verdict is guilty… (Off the pink)
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| Man nearly kill-
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| Off the drink
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ohh, huh
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy!
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| I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh
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| 'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m wilin'!), huh
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| I don’t got on Vans (I don’t got 'em)
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| But bitch, I’m off the wall (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)
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| Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh
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| 'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m, huh), huh
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| I don’t got on Vans, but bitch, I’m off the wall (Wall, wall, water)
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| I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker (Eww)
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| Fuck on your mommy
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| My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
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| I’m hot like a comet
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| Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker (Insect, ayy)
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| Fuck on your mommy (Ayy)
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| My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
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| I’m hot like a comet (Ayy)
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| When I di-di-di-di-di-dick that bitch
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| And she see Jesus on some rapture shit
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| Throw my balls at her Pokémon, Ash Ketchum shit
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| 'Cause I’m fly like a newborn baby wombat wing
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| Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat team
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| I want some head, I’m thinkin' how zombies think
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| Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken
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| Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
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| Tell these pussy rappers that it’s time to vacay
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| Rob yo' lady
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| Told her put her hands up high in the air like she 'bout to hit the Nae Nae
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| They say I’m cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray
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| Can’t control the nigga like we shootin' from the AK
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| But I kill these rappers, I’m a walking, breathing payday
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| Hot, but I swag, still nigga got the Ray Bays
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| Get away, get away, get away, get away
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| Better do you or do way way, fade away
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| You sippin' Haterade, I’m sippin' Gatorade
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| With the lean in it and I call it the fade away
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| Ayy, I’m so toxic
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| Frog, hop up on my dick
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| I think I’m a pilot
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| 'Cause she in my cockpit
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| Plumber, uh, pipe it
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| Get face like I Skyped it
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| Did her A$AP like Rocky
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| Rockin' in my motherfuckin', rockin' rockin' in my motherfuckin'
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| I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh
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| 'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m wilin'!), huh
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| I don’t got on Vans (I don’t got 'em)
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| But bitch, I’m off the wall (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)
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| Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh
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| 'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m, huh), huh
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| I don’t got on Vans, but bitch, I’m off the wall
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| I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker
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| Fuck on your mommy
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| My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
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| I’m hot like a comet
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| Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker
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| Fuck on your mommy
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| My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit (Ayy)
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| I’m hot like a comet (Ayy)
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| When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that bitch (Huh)
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| I’ma make that booty jiggle like some kick back, bitch (Huh)
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| She gon' rub my Dragon Balls (Huh), let her make one wish
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| What is that? |
| She just wanna take the young dagger dick
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| Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, (Huh?), ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy (Huh?)
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| She off the Molly, she wanna take seven dick (Ayy!)
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| Body to body, it’s MC dagger, bitch (Ayy!)
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| Think that I’m Illuminati because I got money, bitch
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| Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J (Huh)
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| Bitch, I hit it first, on my weenie, hit the nae-nae (Huh)
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| Coming in hot like a missile, pussy, hey bae (Huh)
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| Falcon punch that nigga, make 'em up, up, and away, ayy (Ayy!)
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| Watch this, uppercut; |
| Super Smash Melee (Ayy-ayy)
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| I just made her spin on my dick like a Beyblade (Ooh)
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| I’m green like a spinach, I don’t know you, then it’s pay,-ayy! |
| (Ooh)
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| Hummanah hummana, back fist, out my way, ayy (Ayy!)
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| No Chris Brown (Oh), fuck her, make her look at me now (Wet)
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| When I’m in the pussy, say «Ow!»
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| You got no etiquette, just beginnin' like Genesis
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| Can you give me a rapper that I’m not better than, mmph? |
| (Ayy!)
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| Revenge jeans, I think that I might OD
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| On sauce, I don’t rock Supreme
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| Suck my dick, Squidward’s clarinet, brought to life like I’m Evanescence
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| Wanna wake, w-w-wake, w-w-w-wake, okay, like
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| Big black, (Black) dick in your mama mouth
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| Pull it back, push her whole wig back (Wig)
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| Tic, tac, your breath really P-U
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| Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac (Stank)
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| Big pump, Cobain, Cobain
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| Leave a pussy nigga with no brain, okay (Blaow)
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| Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him «Ole»
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| I’ma pull that pistol, make 'em Mr. Noodle, ayy!
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| I feel like Nick Cannon (Nick!), huh
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| 'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m wilin'!), huh
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| I don’t got on Vans (I don’t got 'em)
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| But bitch, I’m off the wall (I don’t, I don’t, I don’t, I don’t)
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| Huh, feel like Nick Cannon (Feel like Nick), huh
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| 'Cause I’m wildin' out ('Cause I’m, huh), huh
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| I don’t got on Vans, but bitch, I’m off the wall
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| I said like insect, I be buggin' motherfucker
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| Fuck on your mommy
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| My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
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| I’m hot like a comet
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| Insect, I be buggin' motherfucker
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| Fuck on your mommy
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| My flow be sick like that bitch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
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| I’m hot like a comet (Ayy!) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off the Wall! , by - XXXTentacion. Song from the album Members Only, Vol. 3, in the genre Соул