| Yeah, Chiddy Bang
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| And we pretty much amazing
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| (Can we hear your new song, please?)
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| I got you…
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| Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
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| Mo money, mo problems, when I get it I’ma pile it up
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| Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
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| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
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| Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
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| Now I’m rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us
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| Tell Mommy I’m sorry, this life is a party
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| Remember you was a kid, reminisce days of the innocence
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| Now it’s Chiddy Bang, Google me the images
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| Follow me, follow me, I’m the leader
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| And when I park cars, I don’t pay for the meter
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| I remember I was younger, as a kid it was the best
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| I used touch to on all the pretty girls at recess
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| I’m at my peak, yes, I won’t leave yet
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| Serial style, cereal aisle, I need Chex
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| I can make these rappers run like a hard drill
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| Rock band, show you how the guitar feel
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| And I could care less how y’all feel
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| I got the flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel
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| This is that good «Just puff it and relax, bro»
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| And you can get it free, don’t worry about the tax though
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| And Xaphoon, thank you for the crack
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| But I play a Ron Burgundy, I anchor on the track like that
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| Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
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| Mo money, mo problems, when I get it I’ma pile it up
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| Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
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| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
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| Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
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| Now I’m rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us
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| Tell Mommy I’m sorry, this life is a party
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| I’m never growin' up
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| Can I please get a little bit of knowledge?
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| Somebody tell Roth that I don’t love college
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| 'Cause the real world’s kinda like Real World
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| And it’s drama, so you are Svetlana
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| And I’m just a rhymer, swimming in the water
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| Trying to dodge the piranhas and fly to Bahamas
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| Pretty little momma, Chiddy in the spot
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| Where you at, pretty lady? |
| Show me what you got
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| They say, «Why you rapping for the kids for?»
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| I said, «My clothes come fitted, the Lids store»
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| This summer you can catch me on a big tour
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| I’m high grade, I think they need to quiz more
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| And let me get wit ya, don’t let the kid hit ya
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| I’m the photo album Voletta has, B.I.G. |
| picture
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| The rule is, the dude is, so up, so chuck, I’m a cool kid
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| Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
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| Mo money, mo problems, when I get it I’ma pile it up
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| Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
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| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
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| Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
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| Now I’m rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us
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| Tell Mommy I’m sorry, this life is a party, I’m never growin' up
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| Ayo, I once was a kid, all I had was a dream
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| Mo money, mo problems, when I get it I’ma pile it up
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| Now I’m dope, Wonder Bread we can toast
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| So fresh how we flow, everybody get their style from us
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| Ayo, I once was a kid with the other little kids
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| Now I’m rippin' up shows and them fans going wild with us
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| Tell Mommy I’m sorry, this life is a party, I’m never growin' up |