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Anderson .Paak - Who R U? (Official Audio)
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They want my bidness on the front page (headlines) I put prescription in Dior frames (sunshine) I had the vision back in 12th grade (lunchtime) That I'd be killing sh-with Doc Dre (what?) I never want it to ever be over (over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh Now, who are you? (Man, who the f- is this?) I don't know, no What you do? (Hmm, what?) I don't know, no You short a few? (Oh, don't make me have to lose it) Oh, no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on Ooh, savage, that's a nice get-up International, rocking Japanese denim Enough gas to get you above average How many more drags do I have to puff from my cigar? New enemies they bringing my old ways back Back in my day, woulda had your whole face smacked Look at you n- wonder why I f- hate rap Ooh, what make you wanna go say that? (You) And I'm on another wave, and I'm puttin' on suede N- feeling overpaid, fuck I'm 'posed to do? (Do) Don't nobody know your name We ain't ever seen ya face You ain't ever gang-bang, what you tryna prove? I never want it to ever be over (over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh Now, who are you? I don't know, no What you do? I don't know, no You short a few? Oh, no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on I've been swimming through the process And you can't see me, I'm the Loch Ness You could proceed, but with caution Give the proceeds to my god-kids Old dirt on my conscience Same n- my pop is Lame n- wanna pop shit Get drop-kicked by a drop-kick Why you gotta lie to me so much babe? You told me the same sh- that you told what's his name If it don't work out I'll go back to hustling Couple hundred-thousand up in my mother's name, peace World peace, n- talk about "Don't shoot" Tell that to police Scared, ain't none of them prepared, I could see Promise I'ma get them commas before I decease I never want it to ever be over (over) I'm out in Philly, I thought it'd be colder (colder) Drunk off the liqui, I might need a chauffeur (chauffeur) Check out my jiggy, check out my, uh Now, who are you? (Man, who the f- is this?) I don't know, no What you do? I don't know, no You short a few? Oh, no, no, hold up Pull my sticky out the jar, come on Now, who are you? I don't know, no What you do? I don't know, no You short a few? Oh, no, no Hey, AP, let it ride out
Writer(s): Dwayne Abernathy, Sylvester Jordan, Melvin Henderson, Andre Brissett, Andre Romell Young, Brandon Paak Anderson, Roger Habon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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