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Yeah, one-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers Three, two, three, better blow ya momma's teeth out I chew like I'm pika, then I spit like I'm Nina Wish you merry Kwanzaa, set fire to my sneakers One-two fleeka, might need some anesthesia See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita Achu like paprika, then I wanna spit like Aretha You see me? You feel me? You got me? Eureka What you want? (What you want?) Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?) Saying l was talking back just to front (just to front) Everybody talkin' shit, and they damn right Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right Damn right, damn right One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita Onе, one, one, one-two fleeka See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita One-two fat thighs, some trousers and a black eye Three, two, three, only say what's up for the wifi Guess I'm supposed to be grown, this how it feel bone to bone And I did post, but I'm alone, rich off catfish like petco Damn right she stole that Bacardi, damn right he drive fake Ferrari Goddamn it, ain't even a party without you flexing that Murakami Always late to the mass, show, tell, never ask Powerade in the flask, wintertime in this counterfeit bag What you want? (What you want?) Everybody knows my name, what you want? (What you want?) Saying l was talking back just to front (just to front) Everybody talkin' shit, and they damn right Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right Sayin' plastic on my wrist and they damn right Damn right, damn right, yeah, damn right Say I'm biting on their hits and they damn right Damn right, damn right One-two fleeka, you wanna pop my speakers, yeah See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita One, one, one, one-two fleeka See me in the bleachers, but I caught up like Anita Your boy got a brat doll hair He wanna quick bite with the lights on-air Your pop got a beat with the Jay-Z snare But the wife just sucks and she got no flare, I Clap like religion, move like snakes when I make my decision Bye, bye, bye, better watch the precision Wanna be me, but you got no ambition Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita, ay-bideo Who bonita? I bonita, get a mulita Yeah
Writer(s): William Grigahcine, Nate Donmoyer, Anwar Sawyer, Audrey Chu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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