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| Jerk, I'm so cocky wit' it, Got my iced out clothes like Rocky hit it.... | |
| Go shawty, it's your birthday, we gon' party like it's yo' birthday, we gon' sip bacardi like it's yo birthday.... | |
| Got the body of a goddess, Got eyes of a pecan brown, I see you girl..... | |
| Some days I just wanna up and call it quits, i feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks... | |
| E'rybody clear out, hand me the rock, Time runnin' down, three seconds on the shot clock... | |
| Cuz we be stuntin' on these b*tches, Get money on these b*tches, $250 on the wrist N*gga we be the illest... | |
| When I walk on by, girls be lookin' like d*mn he fly, I pimp to the beat... | |
| Brace yourself, for the main event, ya'll impatiently waiting like an aids test, what's the results... | |
| I'm a f*ckin' walking paradox, no i'm not, threesomes with a f*ckin' triceratops | |
| Be-fore I, take another minute just to give everybody a movie, they never seen imma hit ‘em with another (elbow)... | |
| I got, Ice in veins, blood in my eyes, hate in my heart, love on my mind... | |
| Man I go to work, true winner, jeans skinny, like squidward... | |
| Started in Atlanta then spreaded out wit it, South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi... | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song | Main Artist |
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| Alright, stop what you're doin', cuz i'mma bout to ruin, the image of the style that you're use to... | |
| Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west, a state that's untouchable like elliot ness... | |
| Black stripe, yellow paint, I hear they scared of it, but them pro's ain't... | |
| My name is Joker, habitual smoker, I burn so many trees that I have splinters in my toaster... | |
| I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol, Fools that wanna make sure my caskets closed... | |
| Last name ever, First name greatest, Like a sprained ankle I ain't nothin' to play with... | |
| I am the female Weezy, This sh*t is easy, pull up in that new new, b*tch get a squeegie... | |
| So what? I gotta rolled up sag in my pants, Not carin' what I show, Keepin' it real for my n*ggas | |
| 1-2-3 into the 4, Snoop Doggy Dogg and Dr. Dre is at the door... | |
| 2:45 and the bell went off, thank god, many people think i'm odd, but I talk with noone... | |
| I come around like what goes around, what goes up must come down... | |
| They be like Smooth, can you {song title}, ya know why? Cuz all the b*tches love me.... | |
| We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids, Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids... | |
| | Opening Lyrics | Song | Main Artist |
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| Hailie, I know you miss your mom, and I know you miss your dad... | |
| Look at me, look at me, hands in the air like it's good to be, alive, and i'm a famous rapper... | |
| I know you gotta roommate, call me when there's noone there, put the key under the mat and you know I'll be over there... | |
| Ball so hard mo'f*ckas wanna fine me, but first n*ggas gotta find me... | |
| Cool, calm, just like my mom, With a couple of valium inside her palm... | |
| Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sippin', yellow lambourghini, yellow top missin'... | |
| She can go lower than I ever really thought she could, face down (a$$ up!)... | |
| She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad, i'm attracted to her, and her attractive *ss... | |
| By the time you hear this, I will already have spiraled up, I would never do nothin' to let you cowards f*ck my world up... | |
| Hold up, d*mn rich, peanut butter guts in the lambourghini woah!... | |
| I tell her, now go on and pop that p*ssy for a real n*gga, I already know life is deep but I still dig her... | |
| Ludacris goin' in on the verse cause i've never been defeated and I won't stop now... | |
| Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower, but it's f*ck the world, get a child out 'er... | |
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