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Play with me nigga finna get rocked I never slow up, not even a pit- (stop), okay Niggas always staying on my dick, okay They jumping and doing tricks on it like okay Cirque du Soleil If that's the type of shit you on then olé Dripped out got on Gabbana and Dolce The match lit, cause this shit gas like propane Type of shit that leave you hooked like cocaine The shit that I make is a vibe You better strap in cause you are in for a ride I really don't have limits, not even the sky I'm tryna be the greatest nigga till the end of time You could never put me in a box like a pantomime And I do what I do You know it's always fire when I get in the booth And very soon yall gon have to go and pay me my dues I got a gift like its Christmas Niggas tend to stay in my business That's why I tend to keep my rides tinted I see a big chance and tend to dive in it Best believe this talent won't go to waste If you got something to say, then say it to my face If you can't do that, you betta stay in your lane Lock in, keep it hush, and please know your place (know your place nigga) Man, I don't know how many times I gotta tell these niggas man There's not many people doing it like me but um I guess its time to stop talking and let the music speak, I don't know You know what I be on The type to go above and then beyond I turn lemons to lemon meringue F*ck a lemonade Yall need to hop on this wave, okay Yall need to stop being lame I punch, get boxed like a part in the braids, okay You and I, we are not the same I'm boutta lock the game up like Guantanamo Bay, okay I know you can see that I'm nice Already said it once, do not plan on saying it twice You'd be well advised to become a fan of mine (hey) All the time, I'm on my grind, wait I control time, time is mine like the Prince of Persia One thing for sure and two things for certain The show just started nigga go draw the curtain John Cena, you cannot see me You niggas getting washed, better pass the squeegee You wishing you was better, but ain't got no genie They ask me how I do it, this shit way too easy John Cena, you cannot see me You niggas getting washed, better pass the squeegee You wishing you was better, but ain't got no genie They ask me how I do it, this shit way too easy This shit way too easy They ask me how I do it, this shit way too easy You niggas getting washed better pass the squeegee You wishing you was better but you ain't got no genie They ask me how I do it, this shit way too easy