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Okay, I'm flippin' the switch, chip on my shoulder as big as it gets I gotta make some room for bitches so you gotta get off my dick Talkin' that shit you deleted but I got receipts You know I didn't forget I love the people who hated me That's why I made it, you all should get an assist I couldn't have done it without all the negative energy I had stuck it in my memory bank All of the messages you kept on sendin' me I got to learn how my enemy thinks You better listen with both ears Whеn the smoke clears and thе Hennessy drank That's when it's hard to pretend to be friends That's when you spot all the friends that be fake Real is a recognition, realize you get it from repetition Hey like somebody who never lies Long as I live I'm the definition, yeah You try to ruin me, try make a fool of me You better get off my dictionary I had a do-up but this ain't no eulogy I wrote that bitch an obituary Okay, I'm flippin' the switch, chip on my shoulder as big as it gets I gotta make some room for bitches so you gotta get off my dick Talkin' that shit you deleted but I got receipts You know I didn't forget I love the people who hated me That's why I made it, you all should get an assist Yeah, I told you, I told you, I told you You said I wouldn't be shit, oh well, I showed you Yeah, yeah, I told you, I told you, I told you You said I wouldn't be shit, I needed that, I owe you, I owe you Just when you thought it was over I step in the party and get that shit jumpin' again I know a lot of 'em hopin' I lose, ooh I'll thank 'em all when I win This is my favorite part of the sim Who you know that's goin' harder than him They should be givin' me fifty Because I'm goin' Carter, my arm in the rim You make up half of my plays, you shoulda come to my concert You don't want pay in my statements I just want thank all my sponsors You coulda stayed in your place You had to wake up the monster Think about takin' a break Because you makin' my dick and my balls hurt Okay, I'm flippin' the switch, chip on my shoulder as big as it gets I gotta make some room for bitches so you gotta get off my dick Talkin' that shit you deleted but I got receipts You know I didn't forget I love the people who hated me That's why I made it, you all should get an assist Yeah, I told you, I told you, I told you You said I wouldn't be shit, oh well, I showed you Yeah, yeah, I told you, I told you, I told you You said I wouldn't be shit I needed that, I owe you, I owe you I got the recipe, cook it up
Writer(s): Dustin Corbett, Christopher Madine, Calvin Scruby Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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