Tonalité : C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Fore we was anything,
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fore you could see us
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Be fore we was electric,
well that was Prius
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Before we ever dreamt it here,
it's nothing to dream of
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Then let's be honest, you did everything,
thought this could be us
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Now watch me shaking hands on
the clock getting demands
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Gliding hard right like
you seeing me on thin air
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And boy out for the night,
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got no plans on getting freaky
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You were Instagraming you and now
you're Instagraming me
Verse 2
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() See me
walk up in the room,
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I'm the same motherfucker what up ? (I'm the same motherfucker)
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And if you're talkin then prove,
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better know you ain't fuckin wit us (you ain't fuckin wit us)
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Get it on our own, they keep telling us no
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But now they open up the doors
wherever we go
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And now we walk up in the room and we say motherfuckers
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what up ? (and we say motherfuckers)
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() I sing about a song, I rap a rap song
Verse 3
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I sing a club banging,
make them panties raps on
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I'm show down,
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I keep poppin like some popcorn
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Now watch me getting money
like a motherfuckin ghetto
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This just how you know
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When you see me in your city
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It's like everywhere I go,
everybody fuckin wit me
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Yes I'm outside but my game,
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they all cheering my name
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But I told you if you know me
then you know I never change
Verse 4
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() See me
walk up in the room,
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I'm the same motherfucker what up?
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And if you're talkin then prove,
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better know you ain't fuckin wit us (you ain't fuckin wit us)
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Get it on our own, they keep telling us no
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But now they open up the
doors wherever we go
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And now we walk up in the room and we say motherfuckers
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what up? (motherfuckers what up?)
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() It's like I'm
Verse 5
still a kid in the
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back of the Ford Taurus
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Yes, waving at some drivers while
they screaming favorite es
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Now fast forward,
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my song flashes across the dashboard
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Is this the life I asked for? Well
fuck it man of course it is
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I just needed a mic and
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a stage I could play on
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This life's my playground,
I'm hero with a crayon
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Now how the drought so cold,
no shrinkage
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No sales limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better
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bruh, dominate like fetera
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But if you don't like my lyrics
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C
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send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You',
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street name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you tramp stamp it
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so I know I still get it
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Am I a sellout? 'Cus
every show I sell out
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I hang around with fans til they
tell me to get the hell out
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Middle finger to the haters,
tell em shut up
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So if you feel that let me
hear you say what up!
Verse 6
Am
() See me
walk up in the room,
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C
I'm the same motherfucker what up?
Am
And if you're talkin then prove,
F
C
better know you ain't fuckin wit us (you ain't fuckin wit us)
Am
F
Get it on our own, they keep telling us no
C
But now they open up the
doors wherever we go
Am
And now we walk up in the room and
F
C
we say motherfuckers what up?
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