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You won't hear me creepin' up on you... Hell No Yep, I bring out my chick out to Ibiza Just to grab a slice of pizza Put my CD in her speaker Yeah, it's really nice to meet ya Ain't no monstah, Ain't no creature I'm online, Ain't no creeper I'm a Thomson, I just beat ya Out my mind, so let me teach ya Just to beat the beat Thabeat Till we bag 'em up I live in a secret world like Alex Mack So you don't have to drag it up Writin' 'till there's noone left like Agatha Christie, pretend little Indian girls all miss me They build me up and fix me Throw me out like I'm a frisbee But my whole team got that distance And your whole team might be history So please show me all that money (money) Trying to feel up Nicki There's too many people biting And I told them I hate hickey's It's a mystery Who done done it? Letras de cancionesYou are history Done done done with If you pitch me One one hundredth Then these other rappers done with Cause there's something in my stomach Call it guts, I call it dumb shit I keep all of these women in my room like they're punsished, yo It's hard to say what my future holds exactly But yeah, I gotta love my odds like a mathlete Oh yeah, I gotta love my odds as a black sheep The kid with no rap sheet but all I do is rap shit I'm first in class, a prodigy Orders at me, my mobb's so deep, I'm Prodigy Hitting me with stick and stones don't bother me I ignore the wannabe's cause honestly they're not what I would wanna be So part of me, please let me exit through the gift shop My motivation is never waiting for shit to pop Got some new friends, where they go when the hit stop Time's kinda funny, let me trap it in my wristwatch Watch Watch what's next Cable television, chicken pox, and stress Groupie love is kinda like obnoxious sex Cause I love myself and yeah, that's that So we can wait until we go and make it major league Celebratin' with people who are secretly hatin' me My neighbors, they just wave at me, they're nice, they are my favorite Peeps They never tell me keep the noise down when my neighbor sleeps Well, that's the hard labor, and I ain't into that So fuck money, I'm a put this on the internet Donde eres, tu girlfriend, she's in my bed Why isn't she with you? She isn't into that Uh, yeah, I'm bilingual So this is just a hot record, this is not a single Pop pop pop Mothafucka, I'm a Pringle Millionaire matchmaker, makin' ya'll mingle From Letras Mania