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Get the fuck up Ha, ha, yeah, yeah Everybody, get the fuck up Get the fuck up Everybody, wild the fuck out Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out Everybody, get the fuck up Get the fuck up, get the fuck out Everybody, wild the fuck out Wild the fuck out, wild the fuck out Wild the fuck out Holy moly, no one knows me This white chick, she says she wants to blow me Smokin' reefer, I'm a chiefer Blaze enormous, brand new Wiz Khalifa Poppin' pills, I need to chill I need to get a r-r-refill Baby talk, won't even see a baby walk Pop shit, outline her in baby chalk I'm vicious, terrific, out of my mind We share the same bloodline like Royce da 5'9" Fuckin' legend, been a goat Poppin' pills, I'm into dope Shady Records, used to be signed to Interscope I'ma start hookin' niggas from Jersey to Brooklyn, niggas Ain't got no apron on and I'm already cookin' niggas Man I'm out, are you a man or mouse? Bring 'em one by one, I start airin' 'em out (anybody) Drugs and pills, that's all I'm carin' about He cappin', I'm rappin', he snap, it's gon' happen A kidnappin', he laughin', I'm clappin', you rappin' Blowin' four pipes, fuckin' four dykes Been up four nights, goin' to war like Fortnite One eye like Fetty Wap, get your belly flopped Cooked up, beat up like Betty Crock I ain't no sucker, I stay sucker free I ain't duckin' niggas, niggas duckin' me Drink Champs, I should go on N.O.R.E Get fucked up and tell the whole world my story Why they dissin' Eminem? Why they ride with MGK? They gon' learn today Niggas singin' like Monica Who the fuck is a Jay Electronica? Who is that? I'm tryna, tryna remember... Oh, it's Jarice, the guy that carried the bags The one that used to sleep on the floor and call Denaun dad The one that sold the tape to The Source Let me chill, I'm gettin' off-course Don't tell me on your album how much you love D12 When I look at Bizarre, he don't look like he's doing very well *Pow-pow-pow* Just pump it up! Next time I see your jaw I'ma lump it up (bitch) No offense (no), straight defense Fuck around and put your son on the remix, punk I'm a mothafuckin' hog Disrespectful, I'll shoot your fuckin' dog Damn, you loved that dog to death Good, you can watch it take its last breath Joe say he clean and sober But asked me for a Percocet last October We was on a tour called Never Say Never I gave you some cocaine when you was under the weather Damn, am I talkin' too much? (Shut up) Keep sayin' my name, You ain't gon' be walkin' too much, bitch (old ass nigga) I don't be doin' no runnin' I ain't gon' say come to Detroit 'cause I know you ain't comin', damn
Writer(s): Rufus Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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