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I do not talk, I am just a rapperStompin' on these niggas like a whack-a-mole with no handsGet girls on the floor like slow jamsFuck yeah, I'm feelin' myself, no lotionMy light shine bright, no roachesNigga, I'm focusedYou the one who eyes wrongOnly time I'm worried is when I'm the no-fly zone'Cause I'm so fly, homesFresh like pineconesFemale phone book my iPhoneMargarita bright, meanin' limelightNerd girls losin' their shit like prom nightMouth like a pussy ? it can never be too tightLet me guess, you know a better rapper ? you, right?Bam-BSicker than your grandmaPass the mix-tape to a friend like ChandlerThis track is gettin' over writtenSports night, FantaTell 'em that you know me when you runnin' through AtlantaI am at the topWhether you want or notAnd I am in my primeLetras de cancionesI am an autobotI do not talk a lotI am just a rapperFuck a girl's pussy bright red like snapperSickYeah, I stay fly like a pelicanGet new kicks everyday like an ottomanEx-girlfriends askin' if they get a shot againI try to call 'em back but there's a lot of themSomeone tell me why these muthafuckers busy hatin' meJust because I'm rappin' and my style is kinda JapaneseBand of outsidersKitsune, APCMacy's got shit on meFuck what you heard like a dick inside alarm clockI ain't got no jewelry, I leave it at the pawn shopTwo of your chains equals one of my shirts, sirYou got Jacob's Jeweler, I got Anna WintourNiggas jealous cause I got more green than seven splintersI'd rather spend that money on a polo from La TigraYoung, smart, and handsomeWho could even ask for more?I change the situation like auditioning for Jersey ShoreI'm the prince, put your crown on the ground (x7)Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-ohOh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-ohSickI'm the prince, put your crown on the ground (x7)Oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh-oh-ohOh, Oh-oh, Oh-oh, Oh-ohSick From Letras Mania