| Guess, who's, back, home!
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| G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him
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| Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them
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| Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom
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| "Lun-bun-ton", bougie bitches like "What’s them?"
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| Solitaire clear stones, Maybach: clear dome
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| Blowing on that loud-pack, bankroll's full-grown
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| Well-known convict: go on with the dumb shit
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| Thug life with it, like it tatted on my stomach
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| Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one
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| The bigger picture's what's important before all is said and done
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| I bet I get this shit back up under my feet
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| Bullshit aside, what I want, I keep
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| I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep
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| Your birthday cake, I want my piece
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| I’m beefing with MCs if, to me
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| It seems they’re less than decent
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| I’m a beast, then you’re my feast
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| Apologies, you just can't keep it
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| Say you’re winning?
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| Guess you’re being condescending and facetious
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| Gs from sea to shining sea
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| You may bump this in your Caprices! |
| Bow!
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| Yeah, I once had a friend named Charlie
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| And Charlie was always late to school (School)
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| He had a black eye one day
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| But he wouldn’t say just what happened to him (To)
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| Charlie got mad in class one day
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| And stood up with a .22 pistol
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| Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore
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| He was over being the victim
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| See, one bullet through the wall
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| And the history class was interrupted
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| Charlie fell down in a pool of blood in the class
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| That made it public
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| He said that the bullies in school
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| They drove him to be a suicidal
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| 'Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria
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| Of an American Idol
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| Well, sometimes, I feel like I could run
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| Through the hallways with an AK, too
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| Not saying that I would
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| But it might feel good to off me a rapper or two, so
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| I loaded this pen with a hollow tip
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| And I followed Tip
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| To the hollow pits of my heart for shit
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| For you to role model with
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| Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it
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| Take a point shell and hollow it
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| Don’t be the one with the gun
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| Be the one with the rum, plus two models with
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| All the kids, listen up
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| Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club
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| I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna do what I do
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| Telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk
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| Make something of something
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| Or something from nothing, baby, wake up
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| Play Radioactive, let me see the reaction
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| See if I really give a fuck. |
| Shady!
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, (Still don’t give a fuck!)
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| Ugh, nine millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter
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| I’m finna need a mic and a speaker
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| I’m finna be the prominent leader, confidence-eater
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| Tell competition, “Hasta la vista” (Oww!)
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| Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit
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| Is something like you getting raped by a stranger
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| 'Cause you do not know who you fucking with (Yeah)
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| Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R
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| You "haha"-funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR
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| Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, kill 'em, dead
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| Might pull over, fuck my chauffeur
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| 'Cause I screw drivers—Phillips head
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| Them I’ma tell her to take me to Yela
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| Getting fucked up, I ain't feeling embarrassed
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| The feeling in the air is the 2.0's party
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| Like niggas and wiggas in Paris (Ahh!)
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| Nickel Nine, a rider, arriving at the drama
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| The driver firing the llama (Blaow!)
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| Got a bunch of fine bitches saying "Hi" to me now
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| 'Cause a nigga said "Hi" to Rihanna (Hi!)
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| 'Cause I look good, and I smell good
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| It’s a man’s world! |
| (Woo...)
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| That's right, I’m the new James Brown
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| Drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do? |
| (Nothing)
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| What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order eight bricks
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| (What you doing?) I’m on my T.I.P. |
| in A-T-L
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| Lookin for a lil' pretty young thing I can skate with
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| (Where we goin baby?)
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| Radioactive, Shady gon' make it go platinum, I couldn’t resist
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| To jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf
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| Lil Jon, "Hard White" remix!
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, (Still don’t give a fuck!)
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| Ugh! |
| Lil Jon, let me get a lil' bit
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| I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy, it’s just that I’ma lyricist |
| And I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite
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| And I’m ssssso ready to strike, a swing and a miss!
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| My dick swing in your miss
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| I got a missile, can’t call it, I might misdial
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| I’m in orbit, listening to Em’s last album
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| Guzzling gin: recovering alcoholic! |
| (Ha!)
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| Everything looking all right
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| Welcome to the lyricist pub, who wanna bar fight?
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| In a bar so high cause you're dealing
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| With four dope motherfuckers and two hard whites
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| Deuces, period, crop circle
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| That's the family that matters, I’m not Urkel
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| But I’m smooth as Stefon when I move to snap on
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| Your eyeball, your shit’ll look purple (Ow!)
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| I’m a product of the PJ’s (Yeah!)
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| Still walk through that motherfucker in my PJs
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| Yeah, I’m in J.P. Morgan often but
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| Don’t think I could get chased out the PJs
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| So try me, punk, bet your body jump
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| When this shotty pumps, have your body slumped
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| Yelawolf let me rip this hard white, but (Ugh)
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| Please don't make me pop the trunk
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| (Joe!) Roll that window down and start dumping
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| Pull up on whatever block that y'all on
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| Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit
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| My definition of an oxymoron
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| That ain't never stop me from getting a bad one
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| I would tell niggas again but they heard the story
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| Furthermore, he got a couple I ain't bust
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| But there's no need to rush, they reserved it for me
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| See I’m all about fam, I don’t fuck with the rest
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| Goon’s that’ll squeeze 'til a couple is left
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| The squad, the facade, the sm-smoke and mirrors (Ugh, ugh)
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| Yellin' "Payback!", too broke to cover the debt
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| But I’m grown, adults, and whether that shit you say
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| You don’t reciprocate love or respect
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| You get plugged, and you gon' need doctors
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| To cover your holes as if they never loaded cassettes (Ayy!)
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| You probably didn’t hear me, standing on the couch
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| Get froggy, I'm breaking any bottle that's near me (Ugh)
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| So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me
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| I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body using Siri
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| 'Cause they be thinking that I seem crazy
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| Money-motivated, CREAM make me (Ugh)
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| Way out your league, go and dream, maybe
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| T.I., Team Shady
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, don’t give a fuck
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| Up in the club, (Still don’t give a fuck!) |