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Wall got me got going bam, bam, ah bam, bam, bam, bam, ah bam, bam, bam, ah bam, bam, bam I don't fit in - I stand out I spread my wings - I branch out I'm happening player I'm going bam, bam Yeah, I don't think like you do I'm too different boo boo They used to think I'm coo-coo I threw my face on YouTube Prof a better rapper then you cloudy or sunny Hit the ground like a brown horse running Why these other motherfuckers sound so funny Umm, I was the first to high-five Swerving bumping a curb when I drive Now the po-po they go searching my ride So bright - No [?] sir could I hide And why would I want to There's fondue on my pontoon That whiskey is a monsoon I party like a blonde dude So many women like seven to a friend All the hard work [?] knowing who I am We could take a picture get a camera [?] friend Everybody know I got em going going bam Dammit all the bottles going empty all again Seems to me it's easy they all spending all the rent We could take a ride like can I go again Everybody know I got em going going bam I don't fit in - I stand out I spread my wings - I branch out I'm happening player I'm going ham YEAH (ahhooooyayayayaya) Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) I need some trouble Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) Get on my level Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) I need some trouble Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) Get on my level I don't know what I would do without my homies Came illin' My lame game killin' Cain got the game got the same dang feeling Ain't pillin' Chain chillin' Came with the Jameson Ain't that a given Ooh I'm colossal Every cop that come hostile Mozel Tav - I'm a Gampo Gotta let my cock go Like a Mr. Macho Ooh, yeah There go the gospel I don't fit in - I stand out That's why I throw my hands out I'm happening player I'm going BAM - BOOM There's a hole in my wall, so I let them all look Naked as a J-bird - stiff as a book I ain't got nothing to hide on my boat That's why haters are probably all sI'm stunting - I'm cheesing There's no one on my level Iguanas - Jamaicans There's women on my pillow Oooh There's peacocks in my kitchen My shoes are made of diamonds I'm sticking out - I'm living YEAH (ahhooooyayayayaya) Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) I need some trouble Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) Get on my level Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) I need some trouble Check my game, check my game, game, game (YA YA) Get on my level I don't know what I would do without my homies Wall got me got going bam, bam, ah bam, bam, bam, bam, ah bam, bam, bam, ah bam, bam, bam If you could just have it in your heart to let me do me uh - Hold on - eh I said I was dope as hell; I never said I was perfect. HO! Prof! Just close
Writer(s): Jacob Anderson, Jordan Beyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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