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She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct
Now look-look
Trade in that noose they put around us for a Cuban link
So my ancestors can see me shinin', tell me what you think?
I remember the illusions that they tried to move to me
That pollution still ain't stunt my evolution, what you choosin'?
No chip on my shoulder, hunnid leagues under the sea (Hoo!)
We live life like cheetah, power up like Hummer diesel
Golden chain for niece and nephew
Pessimistic, I do not hang 'round them boys
Metaphysics, need another dimension I can enjoy
She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct
Now look-look
"Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?"
I'll make the wrist watch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct
Now look-look
Reportin' for the operation, I learned that the beauty is in the creation
I added my detail for decoration, so, baby boy, what's the occasion?
You dressed like you 'bout to take over a nation, avoidin' social litigation
When that admiration turns into abrasion, y'all can find another station
Otherwise, stay tuned, evolution comin' soon
Rollin' deeper than a dune, howlin' at the moon, I'll be back in June
Told my baby I'd be back in November
Did some Beatles shit to kick off this September
Crazy 'cause in 2010 I had some old friends
That thought I'd be a—[censored], go fuckin' figure
If I pull up out the tool
Ridin' still up on the roof
Seems like only legends do
(Check this, hot lookin' babes!)
Bitch, and that's the fuckin' move
(I feel you, when she said–)
She said, "Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?"
I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct
Now look-look
"Baby boy, why you lookin' grimy as shit?"
I make the wristwatch flood, let diamonds fill my sink
If I got colors on my neck, what would my mama think?
We got the weapon tucked on us, make these boys extinct
Now look-look
Good riddance, goodbye, out of sight, out of mind
Cutthroat every time, this time I get what's mine
Where the hell is your back bone? Duckin' me like Whac-A-Mole
Lookin' like an inflatable, at a car show; a spectacle
Lick my finger, bet I found the wind, I follow that shit wherever it blows
You hung yourself, that's not my fault, I just supplied the rope, ugh!
Most thoughts I don't think twice, make decisions I'll die by
Never asked for the drama, but I'll turn it into dollars
Dollars! Dollars! Dollars!
(Do you think about me?)
