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Some of you niggas ain't like that | So I-I-I, I can't, I can't ever say nothin' to you | You know, I just gotta sum you up
Some of you niggas ain't like that So I-I-I, I can't, I can't ever say nothin' to you You know, I just gotta sum you up You the sum up type Round you niggas up to one lil' thing, you know, gotta address Put you in a bucket, dump the fuckin' fire Damn Damn, damn, I feel like the new black Hen' Rollins Niggas studyin' my footwork, I'm James Harden Bitch, who it? (Who it?) Where you goin'? (Uh, come here) I thought I told your ass already I ain't from here (facts) And, yeah, we gotta drive to La La and you know why I gotta go and hurry through New Jersey, can't pump there (no) Babe (babe), I'm such a negative bitch (why?) My friends turned on me, then I turned rich (pshh) Sodom, Gomorrah, I turned back, they still talkin' shit (damn) Hold my hand (yeah), all my ex-ex-fans (that's right) I promise (yeah), I swear the baby need some body and a new header (uh-huh) I did - like, "Of course I could do better" (of course, what else? Uh) Gotta take more shots, get a good lead Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed 'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave In my sleep, hear click beats Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leak Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Your bitch is just fuckin' whoever (yeah) I fuck her, she's yours, she let him (okay) Damn, is this the price of havin' fans? Babe, I'm so precise, I'm always planned (ayy, what the fuck?) And Afro Thunder with these hands, uh (yeah) On your head, gon' be some, uh (frrp, sheesh) On my head must be some bands (yeah) Gucci Mane, I think I love her (yeah) Danny Swain, I think I love her and Big nose in that - (ah) Feel like Andre Iguodala (facts) The money put me in a trance (what? Yeah) The label got me nudgin' stems (wait) I need way more than that for an advance (oh, yeah) Play with my money, shit won't go as planned (for sure, sure) Gotta take more shots, get a good lead (for sure) Keep takin' them shots 'til the rim bleed 'Til I succeed, work like Little Steve Workin' all day, I don't take no sick leave In my sleep, hear click beats Gotta keep swimmin' 'til that motherfuckin' ship leak Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Uh, what? Oh, it's just, man, fuck that I just gotta let you know I probably shouldn't be talkin' like this, but It's fine
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