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Celebration hit, shit You think you know me Yo (Yeah, throwin' it up, ayy) I wish I had more fuckin' water Uh, uh Man, I really, really wish I was Illuminati Niggas waitin' on the Peg like I'm droppin' Yandhi Too black, too strong, I'm a lil' thotty (Yeah) But fuck a big speech 'Cause when I'm rollin' I'm dressin' up like I'm Prince Peach And if you sendin' in Marios to defend me You better make sure to break all the Grammys Kill all the winners, losers, nominees Off probation, crackers hatin' accusations Only on occasions (Yeah) I don't want relations (Huh), had some thotty phases Strip, home invasion, fuck with me, man Y'all better miss me (Yeah) 'Cause if you rollin', I'm stonin' niggas like Rich Keith (For real) And when I'm whippin' you niggas It's not slavery (Damn, Peggy) I'm on a mission to slaughter the competition And leave you slumpin' on the downbeat, bitch, work Huh, how we gon' make this bullshit work? For real How we gon' make this work? Facts (Facts, facts) But like, how can I make a good beat? (For real) I get nervous when niggas want features (For real) How I'm gon' make this work? I don't know this I don't know this I don't know this, oh (How can I make a good beat? For real) (How I'm gon' work with this?) Oh (This world) Skrrt Run it up Yeah, buddy, yeah, buddy Run it up Run it up, yeah Run it up Get 'em, ooh Yeah, uh Huh, uh Bitch, I came back with the Jak and Dax off the shelf Shoppin' my target, I'm wishin' you well I don't think prayer can help (Woo) This feel like Kenan and Kel, these niggas broke like a Dell Niggas tell, niggas melt, I'ma shoot, you don't sell (Brrt) I don't think prayers or poems or nothin' can help Nada, it's nothin' Hahaha Nigga boy, nigga boy You think you know me
Writer(s): Barrington Hendricks, Steve Noonan, Greg Copeland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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