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ft miley cyrus, wizz khal |
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feeling myself |
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[hook: will.i.am] |
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i be everywhere everybody know me |
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super, super fresh [?] |
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hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck |
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givenchy keep the chickens in check |
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all these car keys drive them chickens to my crib |
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[?] got somebody sleeping on my bed |
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she give me iq, that mean she get ahead |
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i just give her beats, i don?t give her bread |
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cus we be in the club |
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bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit i?m feelin? myself |
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cus i?m gon? get it all |
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and i?m a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit i?m feelin? myself |
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look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me |
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the mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit |
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you the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit |
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you the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit |
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[verse 1: french montana] |
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i be everywhere, everybody know me |
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catch me in the club hundred bottles on me |
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i get busy like a one line |
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in the drop getting head baby never mind |
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we gettin? money why you playing with it |
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pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it |
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slick rick looking at the mirror |
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big daddy kane [?] like shakira |
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1.5 custom made car |
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me and will table looking like the bar |
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i love bad bitches that?s my fvckin? problem |
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and i don?t give a fvck that?s my fvckin? problem |
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[verse 2: will.i.am] |
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and i don?t give a fvck that?s my whole mo |
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i rock the whole globe with no problemo |
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been rocking coats since my first demo |
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and now i?m banging hoes in the continental |
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and i done seen me slidin? out my dope ride |
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i open up the doors, suicide |
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i came from the bottom, the sewer side |
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i made it to the top cus i do it fly |
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feelin? fvckin? lucky like the fvckin? irish |
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i see the whole game from my third iris |
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i tour the whole word like a dirty pirate |
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to give the whole world some miley cyrus |
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[verse 3: miley cyrus] |
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now everybody trippin? like they poppin? molly |
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up in the club, is where you can find me |
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i do it real big never do it tiny |
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if you about that bullshit please don?t remind me |
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i step in this motherfvcker just to make it work |
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i get on the floor just to make that booty twerk |
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shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert |
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shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert |
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[hook:] |
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[verse 4: wiz khalifa] |
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doobie in my hand, rollie on my wrist |
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got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist |
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women of in your dreams sleep in my bed |
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so i don?t need your brains i need my ass kissed |
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but all my homies like give me some head |
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smoke joints till our eyes turn indian red |
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takes shots till our chests burn |
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we got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let?s get it started |
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the bigger the bill, the bigger you ball |
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the bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star |
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the bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know |
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the bigger the bank that?s more hoes, nigga |
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and i done spent a quarter milli on clothes |
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coppin? them oldschools and puttin? foriegns on the road |
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real talk and if my fuel get low |
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i roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow |