| Yeah, growin' up everybody said I wouldn’t be shit
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| Had a lotta goals, they told me I’d never reach 'em
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| Who wants to be a millionaire? |
| I’m feelin' like Regis
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| Women on their knees for the kid like I’m Jesus
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| Jesus, I be in her stomach like a fetus
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| Rappers tryna give me L’s but I’m undefeated
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| My teachers told me I should listen to their speeches
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| Now I come back to the city and fill the bleachers
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| Believe me, I been doin' everything I planned
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| I ain’t talkin' candy bars but I say it’s a hundred grand
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| Multiply that shit by six and that’s what I got in my hand
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| Take a pic for Instagram, I don’t think they understand
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup, got 'em singin' like
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Yeah, I feel like I been on my shit for like a hundred thousand days
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| I could take a verse and flip it in a hundred thousand ways
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| If I post that on my Twitter, that’s a hundred thousand plays
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| Everybody tryna copy, that’s a hundred thousand lames
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| Yo, I don’t fuck with you, that’s clear
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| Tell me where were you? |
| Last year
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| Back when I was tryin' to get it but now I got it
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| More people in your face, with more faces in your wallet
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| I be steady workin', always chasin' after paper
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| Tryna stack it high up, higher than a skyscraper
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| I’m on another level, you should catch an elevator
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| If you talkin', I’m a serve you, boy, I’m something like a waiter
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup, got 'em singin' like
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Yeah, I got a white girl and she move it like Lexy
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| If twerkin' was a sport, she would probably win an Espy
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| And I get her wet like the bottom of a jet ski
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| A nigga might explode when she shake it like a Pepsi
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| Let’s see, I just tell her, «Do it for the Vine»
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| Oh, you ain’t gon' do it? |
| Why you even waste my time?
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| I know that you gon' do it, I say, «Why the fuck you lyin'?»
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| Why the fuck you lyin'? |
| Why the fuck you lyin'?
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| Stop fuckin' lyin'
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| (Damn, why does everyone expect me to twerk for them all the time?)
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| Hmm, I don’t know, cause your booty fat and you always twerkin' on YouTube
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| (You work at Subway, does that mean you should make me a sandwich right now?
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| No, anyways, I’m a singer, I have been since… forever)
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| If you can really sing, sing something right now
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| (Oh God, aight) Everybody shut the fuck up!
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| (Let's get in started in here yeah, bitch)
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| Damn! |
| Aight, now twerk
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| Futuristic:
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup
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| I do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yup, got 'em singin' like
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, do it
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |