| A-what you mean? |
| Been up in this thing so long, I’m like a sleeve
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| Covering, I’m outchea, please don’t be deceived
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| Roll me up? |
| Nigga please! |
| Don’t be presumptuous
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| I packed you up for lunch and I ate you, you were scrumptious
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| Literal or not, I’m rambunctious, you yellow belly munchkins
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| Ain’t that something? |
| With your oompady-doo like
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| «Ding dong, the witch ain’t dead, you better look out 'fore she chop yo' head!»
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| Breaking bread with the queens at the dinner table
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| Lapdogs eat scraps if you’re able
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| Maybe throw you a bone if I feel like it
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| Maybe give you some steak if the mood right
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| Right now, homie, bow down
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| Looking at my head like my head need a crown
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| Crown on the rocks, nigga, weed in the box, nigga
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| Give me if you got figures, what I want’s a lot bigger!
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| What you mean
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| What you mean
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| What you mean
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| To me, to me, to me, to me
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| Lizzo be eating though, Lizzo be hungry
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| Lizzo Big GRRRL Small World till it ain’t funny
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| Say my name three times like I’m in destiny
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| Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Four Loko
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| Chillin' with my niggas in the back like mane
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| Came a long way, umbrellas for the rain
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| If you came this far, you better play the game
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| Because success and fame be two different things
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| I remember being sad about boys and stuff
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| But that was way back in middle school
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| Now I’m making crowds make noise and stuff
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| And all my people back home like, «who knew?»
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| Normally I don’t like to toot my own horn
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| Cause I don’t got a car yet and, well, that sucks
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| Being a rapper these days ain’t what it seems
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| Man, really you ain’t making all the big bucks, but I’m killin' it
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| I’m just saying that I’m feeling the wheeling one would experience
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| While wheeling and gripping the wheel and gettin' it
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| And my limericks be the same thing that get me on the cover, trick!
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| What you mean
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| What you mean
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| What you mean
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| To me, to me, to me, to me |