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Big Sean
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Supa Dupa Lemonade
I do it... (do it, do it) Finally Famous gettin', (boy) money! (Money!) G.O.O.D. music Earl Mac My nigga Tone say he so Westside, Me too. D-Town D-Town, Westside. Yeah I said it, Westside Big ' so much, that you would thought it's Bed-Stuy You are now fucking with the newest nigga best out Go on, roll that weed nigga, (Why?) cause I'm stressed out L-V checked out . Bad bitch, chest out (Them titties) No wonder why Mrs. Right just keeps on gettin' left out Oh well, that's everything I'm not concernin'. (Fuck it) I'm on the top floor gettin brains, higher learnin' Getting higher earnins', and my desires yearnin' Running through that paper, (What?) like my Attorney Hundred blunts rolled, you can smell the fire burnin' I'm in the fast lane, you can smell my tires burnin' Exercise, flex on guys. Model chick Sex on thighs, Bump a lot. A Lexus drive I might let Alexis drive Jesus chain, testify I over accessorize Test her out, now she gon' need a stretcher when I stretch her out When it's time to speak, bet all of ya'll listen When you up in the party, why is all the broads missin'? And I just drop lines, like a nigga gone fishin' Man and I be on them posters, like that nigga gone missin' And I spit that er-retarded shit, just call it autism I'm so hollywood, that I might make your bitch audition Before we cut. Cut... Cut. Movie time, cut I'ma dick her down, you gon' pick her up 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And I'm unusual as shit I'm 'Superbad', your girl probably doodlin' my dick And it's a couple screws up in my head that could use a fuckin' wrench And I'm just lookin' at the game like, 'Damn, they could use a fuckin' bench,' my name all up in the rafters She gon' make me cum, I bet that money come faster Kanye first, then I'm comin after And Lou' Vuitton shoes ho Dons Jaspers Who, her? I ran through her walls Made her scream and disapear, but hell no my name is not Casper Boy, What the fuck these rappers sound like? (sound like) Just a whole bunch of my sound bites First whip, garbo. Second whip, Largo Don't worry 'bout my niggas, Thur-good… Marshall Bank account got me feeling Well, Fargo Ballin', 'til I get a Milicic… Darko. (I did that) I just give them line after line, after line After line, after line… barcode. They lookin' for my work… Narco 'Cuz I just black out in the booth… Charcoal Don C Tone 54 bitches Since we finna blow, I bet they finna blow nigga 2 pounds of weed, don't act like you don't know nigga I put that green up, like missle toe nigga Yeah. Boy, boy boy (I do it) Finally Famous in this, getting, money! F-F D-town G.O.O.D. Music nigga Bangladesh ) Say these niggas get off my dick These niggas sit down
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