| She wanna play games with me
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| Fuck that, I ain’t picking up a joypad
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| How dare man ask me if I beat
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| I might say no but know a nigga destroyed that
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| Ooh, I’m annoyed that man even doubted me
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| How many girls have I drawn?
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| Including her, that are blatantly out of my league
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| If I’m your wingman, you can count on me
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| Them man are in the friendzone, me? |
| I’m in the open your legs zone
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| You’re on the red? |
| Still give me head though
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| Darkskin dick and a red bone
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| Before I head home, oh, she want Ghetts? |
| I guess so
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| Or does she want Ghetts or Ghetto? |
| AKA Lorenzo
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| Blacker than Kenco, my own music in my headphones, zoning
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| I tell man stop gassing up the lighties
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| Cause I’d have thinked they ain’t black enough to like me
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| I demonstrate, I’m a heavyweight
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| Them can’t take to something lightly
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| Remember Jane? |
| Plain Jane?
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| Who’d you think gave her a whole 'nother stylee?
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| My man said to me «that's my girl, fam»
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| I asked him why the fuck she beside me
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| I’m fully, I’m crudding
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| I’m still on the crud, turn down for what?
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| They hate when I’m hot
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| So I’m back on my cold shit, tell 'em what’s up
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| I’m about to fuck shit up
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| Anyone talk shit, I’mma fuck them up
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| Whether bars or physical
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| I’m good with my hands and I’m lyrical
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| Don’t cross me, that’s a warning
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| Look, I’ve been going hard from morning
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| Bad bitch got her mouth on my D
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| And that’s a head start to my morning
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| You can’t kill my vibe, darg
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| You can’t take my stripes, darg
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| And you can say what you like, but I don’t really care
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| I’mma do what I like, darg, and you know me
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| I don’t really trap no more
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| I don’t have to clap no more
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| I be getting money off tours
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| And I’ve got real goons that’ll ride for sure
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| I’m a general, five stars on my shoulder
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| Salute me when I show up
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| Or get shown up when my soldiers roll up
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| I say the word and they go nuts
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| On a mad ting, long arms like Dhalsim
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| And they spray like fountains
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| Do you want that? |
| Nah, you don’t really want that
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| You ain’t built for the combat, boy
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| Show me respect and I’m irie
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| I don’t really take threats lightly
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| I’m fully on getting this money
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| But I can flip mode if a pussy wan' try me, let’s go
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| She came in the dawn and she left in the dusk
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| Kicked rocks, now she gotta leave in a huff
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| Thought she was fancy, thought she was rough
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| Just one of the many on the belly I buss
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| Let me tell you 'bout the story of a girl on a bus
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| M25, I should keep it on the hush
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| But she rubbed me to the point I don’t give a fuck
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| Now her business is out there and I don’t give a fuck
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| Nerve of this girl, she ain’t nothing but a mincer
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| Gassed up, 20k on the Insta
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| Search for the validation would not have missed her
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| So I fucked her and then I did her sister
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| True stories, never ever did I kiss her
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| Dutty gyal, OK, I maybe went Bicester
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| Circled around one time on a road trip
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| Came back, but there’s nothing more for the picture
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| No story, matter of fact, she was boring
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| Not for me, I never gave her the attention she used to
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| Only gave her extension for the fu-fu
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| Did I mention this game here I ain’t new to?
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| I spurred her down like a boo-boo
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| Thought I was an African don with African songs
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| But this Afrobeat, she weren’t used to
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| I beat out her belly like a new you
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| Epic, this one deserves a bluku
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| Her head span, it was cuckoo
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| No time for head raps, dead that, lift up the tutu
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| Connect that like it’s Bluetooth
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| Now all I’m seeing is her head back, boarding my choo choo
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| I’m looking at her like «who you getting rude to?»
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| Now you getting moved too
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| I swear down, the last time the girl said she’s on her su woo
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub
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| Light up like a genie and I blow up on this song
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| Rub-a-dub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-a-dub-a-dub |