I'm too real, too wild with my style
Sex appeal, ladies know they want ta freak me, freak me out
RIGHT NOW
Swag so strong, weigh too much to keep me down
Had the nerve to say I can't write, well bitch enjoy the freestyle
Dance along in your cubicle if ya feelin' the geek now
Tuesday on the lunch menu I'm 'bout eat this bitch out,
holding too much shit in will kill ya
So turn it up blow them fucking speakers out,
eyeglasses on my face can you, can you see me now,
turn my hat to the back let you read these words, scream 'em out:
WHO'S SAYING THIS
NO SHIT THAT'S REALLY ME WOW!!!
Oh my God, he really does exist
No shit I'm not a rapper, just so good at talking shit,
Not really a singer, just platinum lyricist,
never sold a single album, but I still stack chips
Betcha if ya ask ya friends they say I killed this shit,
If you ever doubt again, just remember
WHO'S THE BEST
When you're fighting with your man
SAYING
I wish, I had the chance
THIS
Ain't no song...
NEXT?
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