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Yeah, yeah You could be anythin' in this world but me, nigga (But me, nigga) All I need is one good pan and a bath The Lord of all lords (Woo) The king of all kings Super Flygod Ayo Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip) Shoot your block up, spin in the 'vert My right wrist was vert' (Skrrt) Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah) Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar Shootouts with Jake, disappear like Cane Tejada Thousand 'round drum, shootin' it like it ain't tomorrow (Brr) Young boy, put your gun down and take your Shahada You don't want any problems (Uh-uh), I don't eat Benihana's (Uh-uh) Louis V silk pajamas, prima donna's lovin' my persona Cold world, wire the mind, look (Ah) All Kwanzaa I'ma look like Marley in some Sambas Ruger on my lap, watchin' Luger vs. Tatanka (Ah) Movin' this block up, blocka, blocka Knock your head off, lift it up like an Oscar (Hmm) Body in the trash, like he Oscar Camouflage, Óscar de la Renta goggles on, I'm a monster 'Rari, no doors (Skrrt), the world is yours (World is yours) Sharks in the see-through floors, quarter bird on the Forbes (Ah) See upcoming rap shows Get tickets for your favorite artists You might also like STONE Westside Gunn UNKLE HOWDY Westside Gunn BIG DUMP BALLAD Westside Gunn That's what you need, peace, man Yes Don't wanna be, you don't wanna be around no violence And all that crazy stuff Yeah, man You're on top, you're rich and powerful now Yes, sir You gotta stay up there, man Yes, sir Stay up there, West You the top one, man, you represent us all, man You know it The number one out of Buff', listen, man You the number one out of rough Buff', man You the man Yes, sir And I appreciate everything that you do for me I appreciate you putting me in the magazines I appreciate what you was on the video I seen you when you was talking on the videos On the radio thing with the dudes and all that Everything you done for me is good, is great, man And I appreciate everything that you do Pissy work, berserk, left wrist made his feelings hurt (Whip) Shoot your block up, spin in the 'vert, my right wrist was vert' Been had two commas, click-clack for new drama (Ah) Champagne popper for old drama, brains on the scrobe collar Shootouts with Jake, disappear like Cane Tejeda Thousand 'round drum, shootin' it like it ain't tomorrow (Brr) Young boy, put your gun down and take a shot
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