| Lucifer sings in, Soprano
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| Fallen angels listenin' to Zeppelin
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| Yo mamma told you not to (What)
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| Listen to secular music, the devils in the trap
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| Automatic weapons singin' like tubas
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| Black Sabbath on vinyl
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| AC/DC in the summer
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| Killa Cam in the winter
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| This is what you always wanted
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| Turning degrees to 100
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| This is what you always wanted
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| Turning degrees to 100
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| Ay man! |
| Turn on the AC it’s hot in here! |
| (Yeah!)
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| Crank that
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| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Direct your hands to the ceiling
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| Hold on, hold on, crank that (Crank, crank)
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| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Direct your hands to the ceiling
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| Hold on, hold on, say
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| How them flames end up on the ceiling, huh?
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| Burn down the roof, make 'em all say (Ah!)
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| Jump out the trap, go grill that, huh (Huh)
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| Jump out the coupe, four-wheel that, huh (Skrrt)
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| Ski mask and boots, make 'em steal that, huh
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| Run up on the same trap, dumpin' like (Ah!)
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| Throw the nigga inside the van, uh (Yeah)
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| Tie him up, his feets and hands, uh
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| He was walkin' 'round like Godzilla
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| He didn’t know this ain’t Japan (No way)
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| You ain’t the dapper of Dan (Ooh)
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| You ain’t the king of the land (Huh)
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| Sleepin' like keepers and Xans
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| I wake you up, you been stuck in a trance
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| I air you out like a million of fans
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| I crank it up like you singing sopran'
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| Crank that
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| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on)
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| Hold on, hold on, crank that (crank, crank)
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| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Direct your hands to the ceiling
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| Hold on, hold on, say
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| How the fuck am I supposed to breathe
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| When there’s so much bullshit all around? |
| (You can’t)
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| Trappin', trappin' got you trapped
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| But it’s okay because the beat got a bangin' sound (That's real)
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| Gunna man, hunnid grams, hunnid grand
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| The baddest bitch is world-renowned (What else?)
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| Mix that like it’s jambalaya
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| Serve that the masses, nigga, how profound
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| (Hell no) Somethin' ain’t right
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| Tastin' too sweet when I had the first bite (Huh)
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| Cook in the kitchen with numerous knives (Cook)
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| 808 sauce, I’ma throw it like spice
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| Based to the God with that «Wonton Soup»
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| Migos just added the wonton rice
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| Now you can’t get enough (No)
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| Eat 'em all up (Uh)
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| Hit 'em with the quick tummy tuck (Yeah!)
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| Ooh, so you just slappin' niggas?
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| Pullin' cards
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| Taking it to a new level, huh?
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| Aight
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| Crank that
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| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Direct your hands to the ceiling (Hold on)
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| Hold on, hold on, crank that (Crank, crank)
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| Crank that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Turn that bitch to a million (A million!)
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| Direct your hands to the ceiling
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| Hold on, hold on, hah
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| Ooh, testify (Yeah, yeah)
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| Escaping the flames (Yeah!)
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| Mama said testify (Yeah!)
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| Crank that (Ah!) |