| Skinny boy, skinny boy, where your muscles at?
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| Used to walk to work, eight hours, take the bus back
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| Ain’t no time to stop, ain’t no time for vacation
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| Y’all all want my spot 'cause you know that I am A1
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| All these pretty girls, they come running to our faces
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| I could do without, I could move without, I could do myself
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| I get in a rut, I feel depressed, I bang on my chest
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| I say fuck 'em all 'til I’m dead
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| First off, fuck Dolce & Gabbana (Fuck em, fuck 'em)
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| Racist mothersuckers tryna be my pana (Pana, pana)
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| Put that on me auntie and me mama (Mommy, mommy)
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| Grab the Ghost then I go right back to Ghana (Skrrt)
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| I came back again (Ayy, ayy), with the platinum (Ayy, ayy)
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| To the continent (Ayy, ayy), I came back again (Ayy, ayy)
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| I came back again (Ayy, ayy), with the platinum (Ayy, ayy)
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| To the continent (Ayy, ayy), I came back again (Ayy, ayy)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (Watch your lip, baby)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (W-w-watch your lip, baby)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (Watch your lip, baby)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (W-w-watch your lip, baby)
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| Got a lot of things to say that I could never finish
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| Told my mama, «I'll be back, just gotta kill another mission»
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| Gimme thirty seconds and I’ll make off with a billion
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| Every verse a heist for all your underlying feelings
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| Got canaries on the window, smell like roses on the ceiling
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| Oh what a-, oh what a-, oh, how appealing
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| Candy paint revealing all that bullshit you concealing
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| Fuck what you been hearing, I’m everything they fearing
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| I’m black and smart and sexy, universally appealing
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| Genius what I’m dealing, something they ain’t stealing
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| They prohibited the potents, might give you cirrhosis
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| Spaceship doing donuts, it’s written, I’m the POTUS
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| I’m focused
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (Watch your lip, baby)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (W-w-watch your lip, baby)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (Watch your lip, baby)
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth
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| Don’t go runnin' your mouth (W-w-watch your lip, baby)
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| Barre Baby, spilled syrup on my big wheel
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| You could call me lil nigga with the big crib
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| My lifestyle still the same, just a face lift
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| Silly niggas got me running out of patience
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| My whole life slowly turned into a daydream
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| I hit the bank with a smile on my face, man
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| Pretty women always pullin' at my waistband
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| Used to get arrested, all I get is checks now
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side
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| And Waco is far away, I don’t even mind
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| As long as you stay right here, right next to my side |
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