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I like this feeling Yo Q turn me up just a little bit Yeah just a little bit Alright I'm ready lets go I got 'em bitching, I'm focused Back and forth from coast and I backstroke and I'm floating All up in your bitch ocean, I don't think this should be insulting Drink the juice from my glow stick, don't call me back i'm groaning But thanks for buying my posters, I fuc*** around and get twisted Strait Tequila gon' burn and I write 16's and murder that sick shit Waiting for my turn, I'm doing this shit since I was an infant Way before I had sperm, yeah that's the definition of an addiction Fuck these niggas gonna learn And I got this bad bitch she a brain buster, I don't care if Lil' Wayne fuc*** her, I beat her down and get brains from her then kick her out cos I can't trust her Fuck the Benz mother f*** can't drive, and f*** the party I'm staying in, but when I get rich you'll see me whippin' it'll probably be something Bruce Wayne was in It'll probably be something that Jay Z in It'll probably be something Kanye be in King size bed in the back seat, something that I can make a baby in Wait hold up, hold up, hold up Way too much kool aid in your heart valves If I was you then I'd die now, jump out the window like Ron Brown So
What you, what you, what you want? What you niggas want? (?) Give you want you want Man this that Chris Angel, that Houdini, that Bum Diggy Now f*** with me, that black magic That same shit that made your bitch fall in love with me What you, what you, what you want? What you niggas want? (?) Give you want you want Oh yeah this that Copperfield, that David Blaine, that Bum Diggity Now f*** with me, that black magic That same shit that made your bitch fall in love with me
Now I don't need no crew with me, I'm solo Benz on no polo No Gucci but I'm so fly When I walk by it's in slow mo Shorty want me we both know She can swallow my mojo Don't call me back, I'm gross though But that's the I f*** around and get wasted They don't like me then what a shame Take a number then wait in line There's a million niggas who feel the same Disappear like black magic Black coupe to get a black wagon Black driver with a black mask And a black pistol for your black ass So f*** a blunt, I'm high off life Piss me off, that's not alright Yeah that's that shit I don't like Bitch hurry up, we don't got all night 508 and that's where I'm from and my shows startin', they ready for me Profound in my hometown, it's like Motown bitch I'm Berry Gordy Broke ni***, no tour jet Big dreams of a Corvette J-Low on my doorstep with some booty shorts and a corset So hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, way too much Kool-Aid in your heart valves If I was you then I'd die now, jump out the window like Ron Browz So
What you, what you, what you want? What you niggas want? (?) Give you want you want Man this that Chris Angel, that Houdini, that Bum Diggy Now f*** with me, that black magic That same shit that made your bitch fall in love with me What you, what you, what you want? What you niggas want? (?) Give you want you want Oh yeah this that Copperfield, that David Blaine, that Bum Diggity Now f*** with me, that black magic That same shit that made your bitch fall in love with me