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mothafuckas?
Fuck them R&B singers
Erykah Badu out the 3D printer
Bitch you sound like J-Dilla
They shitting copies out the printer, printer, printer!

You're

of
Bodies, copies
Carbon copies
Do you copy, out of body
Out of body, tipsy-turvy tipsy-topsy tipsy-topsy
Killuminati- all the thotties, the young gottis

made copies out of all my keys
Yo, I said that bitch crazy
Last time we tried talking it out
She telling all her friends we talking right now
Yo, I said

They all copies
Imagine me out here acting all weak
I'd be capping
Imagine me out here acting like freaks
Don't get at me
I Don't give a fuck you think

of running in a late night rat race
Copy cats out on prowl move that way

Duck duck duck duck duck duck goose
Chat you back gunna come home to roost
Said

Making work out in front of people 
Hold your breath til something changes 

Making work out let's copy people 
Making work out let's copy people 

Why you

out and shoot, we do that for fun
I'm on my third comeback, you ain't had one
I'm Double 007, the golden gun
A young nigga trap out the Tesla
These

Ride out, we gon' get it, no one stopping me
Ride out, you copy me, you just a wannabe
Ride out with my crew, be like a colony
So if you feelin' what

I'll fly through heavens
But hell awaits me now
I'll fly through heavens
But down is my way out
Simple rhymes but no levers
To push my shit out
Copy

I'm Real

James Brown

I'm Real

1988

All you copy cats out there
Get offa my chip
'Cause I'm James Brown with the full, full force
Ain't takin' no lib

Hi, good God
James Brown,

stall tell me what do you see
The weather's kind of choppy out there
The rules are getting sloppy out there
They'll treat you as a copy out there
Never

control the past control the future
Those who control me now control the past
I need the future to see what I am here for
Copy out the words behind my eyes

Hoe you know how I really get down Play with me and get smacked up
For I pull the fucking glock out
Copy cat like I spit em out
Freeze bitch, got

like a woo 

I'll robbin in that bank
f_ck'em errbody I feel like a frank (trever)
keep it and spending my money buy lex
I never copy man. shout out my

out my path
Carbon copies follow my prints I ain't mad Niggas fugazi for that cash
Stop that cappin'
Sharp shooter and my aim is Calabasas
That's my

care bout what a nigga say
I'm a hustling thug ooou ooou
Sipping lean straight out the bottle
They copy my style oou oou
Superstar in the projects
Just

yeah, they slitherin'
Nigga, they copy, right out the printer
Mary K, they ain't with us
Got some runners like 1800
Big blue hundreds, yeah, big tall

cause you know B free
But they locked up my brudda now its free E
And I'm rockin SoufSide and YSG like
As far as I know
Nobody copy the flow
BJ got out

Put that on my mama, you gon' get that
And you know I've seen a whole lot of shit
Ain't no bitch out here can copy that (a whole lot of that)
(They

do is copy
Knock yo ass out cold with the 1-2 you thought my name was Rocky
Wrap yo ass up in some plastic fuck yo bitch she call me papi while she

finna pop
You could never copy the drip is out of stock
Whole lotta thots got 'em comin' to the spot
She don't Ciroc yea lil shawty Henny hot
And if you

get it and go
Copy over and out
Gang in the sprinter smoking it out
Trip to the spot turned the club to our house
Rick james we gonna fuck up the couch

Uh
In my own lane and I'm minding my business
Why don't you all copy and stay out my mentions
Seen that her man went and bought her a pendant
His

out
I been to hell my mama left and then she got me out
There’s only one of me they’ll never put a copy out
You think you can keep up come and try me