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Oh shit Mixtape, made it stick like Gorilla Yeah I'm back, onomatopoeia Yeah I'm on the way up, my head is on the way out You know I split the bill like I'm Harvey Dent's waiter Use up all of my penneys and I buy a couple of scratch cards Might dye my hair, like I'm on winning streak blonde now Might rob a car, then I do a couple U-turns Boo earns twenty brack and yellow like the Guinness bird Call me the greatest, I should change my name to Ali Drop the X out of nowhere and a couple Grammys Add some cash and I bought myself a caddy Got a big boot, I'll pick you up, yeah what's your address? To the past, turn right to the future 2021, it's in my hands and my computer My clothes loose, so I can move on my own Well and my boots big, I got potential to fill ('Cause) when I'm around, we don't play If you're slowing down, get out the way It's been taking a toll, I'm not frontin' Mouth's full, but my pocket's full of nothing When I'm around, we don't play If you're slowing down, get out the way I've been on a roll, why you still fronting? Mouth's full, but my pocket's full of nothing I don't want to hear about your two cents Sorry I'm a nuisance I don't give a damn about your new shit I don't really care baby, it's a coin flip on me Do you have a real job or is this it? (Well then she said) woah, yeah, this beat is kinda hot though That's the intention, I'm markin' basses like I'm lost, G out Cost too much to chase you up You lay some up, they'll be comin' for us It's better or bust That's a must, gotta be better than before I want you all on the floor When you hear this come on, you're not slick When you're takin' the pig, you got that camera too high And your shirt too wide like (ugh) Maybe leave my glasses in the club Did a double take, head to the back I'm on skates, I'm a million, I'm with two flakes All gas, no brakes Speeding down the hill, closin' on you like I'm Triple H Double W-E, I'm on your late night TV Don't you switch and leave me out like you don't need me You're always talking about range I'm busy setting the pace Well I guess its in my genes, like some pocket change Hey, yeah, okay Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, we don't play Okay Get out the way there
Writer(s): Alex Stephen Gough Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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