Knowledge (Bailando)

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Aysee

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(Here in my garage, just bought this uhh new Lamborghini here
Fun to drive up here in the Hollywood hills
But you know what I like a lot more than materialistic things
Knowledge)
I'm on my own and I get my bag
Talk all your shit don't get in my path
Be a roadkill with my foot on the dash
I don't give a f*ck imma get that crash
Step out the door and I whoop that ass
Burn up your body and then cook that ash
I drop my knowledge like a book with ass
I think they misunderstood my
Class that's mad fax
Pussies getting mad tax
Girlies giving lap dance
Ask her where ya' man at?
Home, Culkin home alone
Don't be sulkin'
Homie pushing weight he bulkin', tell a bad b you either fuckin' or truckin'
Don't give a f*ck if you cuffed or you cuffin you can call me daddy but you can't call me husband
(In fact I'm a lot more proud of these seven new bookshelves that I had to get installed,
The whole two thousand new books that I bought
It's like the billionare Warren Buffet said)
See
I'm the type of guy to get a bag and make it raise
He the type of guy to get a bag and make it change
I do like the rap but think its due upon some change
Or maybe pull up on a bitch and she demand to give me brain
See
Rappers copy rappers, why it sounding all the same (why?)
i can't give a f*ck 'bout phony trappers sounding lame (ugh)
Aysee be so cold he got it snowing in the rain or maybe I'm hallucinating, papers got me all insane
(The more you learn, the more you earn
Now, maybe you've seen my TedX talk, where I talk about how I read a book a day
You know I read a book a day not to show off, it's again about the knowledge
The real reason I keep this Lamborghini here...)
Ta-Take you to back when
Daddy wasn't getting a bag, and
Mommy was scraping for scraps
Only right that I'm making my stack, they
Say that I'm moving too fast, why?
I still got my foot on the dash, how
I'm moving they think I'll relapse, but
In truth I'm just all 'bout my bag
See
Stack it up
Stack it up
Stack it up
Please shut your trap it ain't adding up
Sit that hoe down, she ain't bad enough
I need that top in the caddy love
I need some cash that need baggin' up
Don't need my guys to be st--ing up
Need me some plaques that's in platinum
I need-
(A reminder, a reminder that dreams are still possible)

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