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♪ I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club ♪ ♪ You can’t even get in ♪ ♪ Leggo ♪ ♪ Yellow model chick ♪ ♪ Yellow bottle sipping ♪ ♪ Yellow Lamborghini ♪ ♪ Yellow top missing ♪ ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪ ♪ That shit look like a toupée ♪ ♪ I get what you get in ten years, in two days ♪
♪ Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J ♪ ♪ If you get what I get, what would you say ♪ ♪ She wax it all off, Mister Miyagi ♪ ♪ And them suicide doors, Hari-kari ♪ ♪ Look at me now, look at me now, oh ♪ ♪ I’m getting paper ♪
♪ Look at me now, oh ♪ ♪ Look at me now, yeah ♪ ♪ Fresher than a motherfucker ♪ ♪ Lil nigga bigger than gorilla ♪ ♪ ‘Cause I’m killing every nigga ♪ ♪ That can try to be on my shit ♪
♪ Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her ♪ ♪ And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick ♪ ♪ Oops, I said, on my dick ♪ ♪ I ain’t really mean to say, on my dick ♪ ♪ But since we talking about my dick ♪
♪ All of you haters say hi to it ♪ ♪ I’m done ♪ ♪ Ayo, Breezy ♪ ♪ Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling ♪ ♪ When your doing that thing over there, homie ♪ ♪ Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy ♪ ♪ Let’s go ♪
♪ ‘Cause I’m feelin’ like I’m running ♪ ♪ And I’m feelin’ like I gotta get away, get away, get away ♪ ♪ Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop ♪ ♪ ‘Cause you know I gotta win every day, day, day, go ♪
♪ See, they really, really wanna pop me, blow ♪ ♪ Just know that you will never flop me, oh ♪ ♪ And I know that I can be a little cocky, no ♪ ♪ You ain’t never gonna stop me ♪ ♪ Every time I come a nigga gotta set it ♪
♪ Then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it ♪ ♪ Then I gotta blow and then I gotta shudder ♪ ♪ Any little thing a nigga think that he be doing ♪ ♪ ‘Cause it doesn’t matter ’cause I’m gonna da, da, da, da ♪
♪ Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything ♪ ♪ A badaboom, a badabing ♪ ♪ I gotta do a lot of things ♪ ♪ To make it clearer to a couple niggas ♪ ♪ That I always win and then I gotta get it again ♪ ♪ And again, and then again ♪
♪ And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul ♪ ♪ A nigga better call a ref, and everybody knows my style ♪ ♪ And niggas know I’m the the best ♪ ♪ When it come to doing this ♪ ♪ And I be banging on my chest ♪
♪ And I bang in the east, and I’m banging in the west ♪ ♪ And I come to give you more and I will never give you less ♪ ♪ You will hear it in the street ♪ ♪ Or you can read it in the press ♪
♪ Do you really wanna know what’s next, let’s go ♪ ♪ See the way we on and then we all up in the race ♪ ♪ And you know we gotta go ♪ ♪ Don’t try to keep up with the pace ♪
♪ And we struggling and hustling and sending in to get it ♪ ♪ And we always gotta do it, take it to another place ♪ ♪ Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it ♪ ♪ And I gotta cut all through his traffic ♪
♪ Just to be at the top of the throne ♪ ♪ Better know I gotta have it, have it ♪ ♪ Look at me now, look at me now, oh ♪ ♪ I’m getting paper ♪ ♪ Look at me now, oh ♪ ♪ Look at me now, yeah ♪
♪ Fresher than a motherfucker ♪ ♪ Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y’all doin’ ♪ ♪ I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance ♪ ♪ I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges ♪ ♪ I don’t eat sushi, I’m the shit ♪ ♪ No I’m pollution, no substitution ♪
♪ Got a bitch that play in movies in my Jacuzzi, pussy juicy ♪ ♪ I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar ♪ ♪ Dress like a skater ♪ ♪ Got a big house, came with an elevator ♪
♪ You niggas ain’t eatin’, fuck it, tell a waiter ♪ ♪ Marley said, shoot ’em, and i said, okay ♪ ♪ If you on that bullshit then I’m like, olé ♪ ♪ I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak ♪ ♪ Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil ♪
♪ That’s word to my flag, and my flag red ♪ ♪ I’m out of my head, bitch, I’m outta my mind ♪ ♪ From the bottom I climb ♪ ♪ You ain’t hotter than mine, nope ♪ ♪ Not on my time and I’m not even trying ♪
♪ What’s poppin’ Slime Nothin’, five ♪ ♪ And if they trippin’ fuck ’em, five ♪ ♪ I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive ♪ ♪ These niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie ♪ ♪ Cîroc and Sprite on a private flight ♪ ♪ Bitch, I been tight since Guiding Light ♪
♪ And my pockets white, and my diamonds white ♪ ♪ And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead ♪ ♪ You faggots scared ’cause I’m too wild ♪ ♪ Been here for a while I was like, fuck trial ♪ ♪ I puts it down, I’m so Young Money ♪
♪ If you got eyes look at me now, bitch ♪ ♪ Look at me now, look at me now, oh, ha ♪ ♪ I’m getting paper ♪ ♪ Look at me now, oh, ha ♪ ♪ Look at me now, yeah ♪ ♪ Fresher than a motherfucker ♪ ♪ Okay ♪ ♪ Okay ♪
♪ Is that right ♪ ♪ I’m fresher than a motherfucker ♪
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