| Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What? |
| What?
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| Them hits don’t make no sense
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| Ayy
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| When I wake up, yes, I talk the talk and I walk the walk
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| Look at me, ma, I’m the flyest of them all
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| Hide my belongings in the wall, bad bitches in the hall
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| Double cup of muddy trouble, Humpty Dumpty on the wall
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| Call that boy Plankton 'cause he tryna steal the formula (SpongeBob)
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| Pull up like some diapers, wet some shit like baby formula
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| My dick don’t belong to you, this shit is uncompatible
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| And from the looks of it, you not fuckin' fashionable (You dusty)
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| High school, I used to rock the Robin jeans with the Robin wings
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| 20K walk light, lookin' for a scheme
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| Take your ho over yonder, beat up in her spleen
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| My diamonds Bruno Mars dancing at spring fling
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| Worried about my cash, I want the green, Irish Spring
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| This shit is finger lickin', nigga, bon appetit
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| I like my hoes petite with a sprinkle of freak
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| Hold up, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Lean with it, rock with it
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| Drinkin' soda pop, yeah
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| Head look like a mop, yeah
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| Bitch, I pop like Pop Rocks
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| Yeah, that my white tee
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| Bitch, I’m so icy
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| She wanna one night me
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| Do it like Nike
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| Uh, yeah
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| Water on my neck and wrist, uh
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| Bitch, I’m ballin' just like pass assist, uh, yeah
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| Wanna know who I am, bitch, then come again, uh, yeah
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| Bitch, I feel like 50, like it’s many men, yeah
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Turn the speakers up, listen to the fucking bass
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| And I got the money in the bank, yes, Chase
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| And I’m smoking that weed, it might just be laced
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| And I’ll beat back 'til it fuckin' break
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| I wanna go bowling
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| Yeah, my money growing
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| On my dick, she blowing
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| Titties fuckin' showing
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| Is it raining?
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| Are you playing
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| Hop on the plane |