Lyrics: Let's set it off with quick start; I bust on you bitches like my dicks hard Then I'mma get to work on the verse make it hurt like the worst of the worst, They wonder if my spits pause You kids are tripping like your laces were criss-crossed Man I'm so fucking fly nigga liftoff Your girls lip gloss, on my dick cause, I'm the motherfucking (x2) boss; Rick Ross That's the word man. Ya heard that? I rap around ya head like a turban Hit you in the head and put you in a daze with stars around ya head, Birdman Cut you niggas up, I'm the surgeon. Make your girl the opposite of a virgin I'm all over her head, like hair-band. For sure man, steady burning I'm- Not about the chit chat; blah blah blah Then I'm gonna hit that; ah ma ma Shake that pussy up; like a ma-ra-ca Bitch I go ape shit; ba-na-nas Hit 'em up with the choppa-pa Bah Bah Bah; Ay ca-ram-ba Laughing at yall assholes ha, ha, ha Magical with them ta-da lines Picture this like the paparaz-zi No one can stop me; and I'm kinda cocky; Take my time fashionably late I keep it real fresh, with a ph Like Iglesias, Enrique You a pain in the ass, you weak lame When I'm on the radio, the hoes will auto-tune in; nigga T-Pain Lemme refrain, that when I reach fame I'mma be rich as fuck I'mma be the kid throwing millions up Jevara gonna give all the bitches love We gonna be the motherfucking illest cause We're sick as fuck, bitch what's up Ball so hard we gonna ride out Cut the power off; lights out Shit I was balling so hard <b>...</b>
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