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 |