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ball like the Lakers
I got too much power i'm popping like breakers
I don't fuck with fakers
I feeling so up i could touch the equator
The world imma

What it-what it exactly are we doin?
Don't play yourself
Reward yourself and tune in to
The 2017 BET Hip Hop
Award hosted by me: DJ Khaled and Dade

What it do baby girl, yeah what's up
I'm kind of hard to see because I'm short as fuck
I can't front I'm not about to blow a dub
I ain't got a lot,

Got no enemies
I ain't got no enemies
Ain't nobody left cuz they all too busy befriending me
Flockin to tha spot cuz they a fiend for all my energy

Let's be honest for a minute let's get too real
I need to talk about some shit speak on how I feel
Let's talk about them dark times all the hard

sure they home and not laying in front of stone
I know they gone ride with they rocket
It stay in they pockets
But what if the next nigga blow
And he not

one bitch in fishnets perfume set claimed she's not a whore
Bloody Omaha beach you're washed ashore
Had to ask for five bucks cuz you a little short
100

go to the bush kolo palm oooo
See me loco but me no be Sam ooo
Anytime we pass no be by exam oooo (Baba Iya)

Dem say I too dey vex
I say make dem

appreciatin' mine, I'm collectin' all the diamonds

If I keep a penny proud, she gon' be a pretty prize
Now I'm live from the other side, too far, oh
Business

falling too damn short of the sky
Bringing high standard in front of all of your eyes
Makin shit pop more than the 4th of July
Got your bitch here and she

Easter-Famale voice written by Simmy Makhijani
-Chorus’ based on old world prayers






Seed and root, bud and stem
Spear to cauldron, lance

Got more respect than M. Night Shyamalan
Dick in yo mouth, hoe too bad you can't sing along
Check your Snapchat, just sent nudes
Did it again, just

the coldest nights
I ain't leaving my gun this my only life
Gotta live like I know it's mine
Who gon' be there by my side
I can only speak for my nine
Maybe

like she's cursed

If I ask, I already know, don't let your chance blow
Hit the dance floor, and let the dance flow
Or I'm a let you go, like it's all

mah rap dreams
You know nor, E be blast
But as see me for boom tv
E came open lass, Oboy i chisel
Finish turn abitre
I start blow me na mah whistle

missile, huh, yeah, I blew up like a missile, huh
She blow my dick just like a whistle, huh (yeah, yeah)
My diamonds prettier than glitter, uh (yeah, yeah)

stay pressed they stay pressed too
We don't fold but y'all pretzels,
I get it but I don't get you
You would blow it up if I let you
You don't know enough

to homies now they trying not to leak it
Im the best kept secret
Flow cold like anemic so I’m keeping the iron
Push a button and blow steam I be creasing fa

(Aye) I'm blacking by the Bentley we backing out
Hit the corner I'm spazzing out by the light I was passing out
Too many cases of that Clicquot
And still

blow a kiss to them and the mirror, I'm too cocky
This Hermes got hoes saying "I'm too snobby"
But when you look this good how the fuck can you not be?

[Verse 1]
Beats go bam bam 
Made by a flint stone 
Pulled up in a flying saucer and the wheels chrome 
New millennium old style for the juxtapose

you'll probably find gold and probably get rich
Greater He that's in me than He in the world that why it's flip
I just took me a trip the world is too big

got the thistle 
Ill be the whistle 
Blower Please tack
They’ll call it treason
For no other reason
Then To throw 
Everyone off track
Their culpability

to the hoes like, "you know who this is, bitch?
This the GOAT, and don't jump on my dick after we blow"
Fuckin' the same hoes, sharin' the same clothes (yeah)