in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot
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they like me they can't wait for my album to drop
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i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no flops
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like pearl necklace, girl i'm coming up top
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and the crowd goes silent when S hits the room
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i look good motherfucker i'm hot like June
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kaboom, nothing to lose, hit the saloon
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been drinking hardcore at the bar since half past noon
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see this is my life, to live till i'm dead
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my dream's to make it to 25 with some hair on my head
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hate looking in the mirror after i get dressed
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fuckin almost washboard abs ruined by washboard chest
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i'm deep there's always mail in my mailbox
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i rep third grade so all my jokes is knock knocks
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got villains scared like an alligator that tick tocks
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tip top shape, like Mike Tyson on the punch out box
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hit that's what this is, i never kid
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takin off my careers never gonna skid
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was fatboy as a kid, got Underoos under the lid
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fuck my ego, this one is for my id
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cuz in my imagination
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cuz in my dreams
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i'm a lot of people
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i'm a lot of things
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when i'm your arms
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when i'm up on floor
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i don't need to imagine no more
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i'm single with 1 more year of college I'm out to get laid
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but part of me's hoping my heart'll get in the way
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and she's 5 foot 3 hair brown eyes green
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with the cutest fucking ass that a boys ever seen
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and i'm thinking as I'm winking that there's got to be catch
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but I'm caught I want a deposit i think i wanna invest
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in her thighs, inside, i wanna look into her her eyes
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and when its all done i wanna hold her through the night
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and my defenses were built tough like i was a tonka
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but she's blowing through like a tsunami and I'm Sri Lanka
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but come naw, Colin Powell, i need aid or i'll drown
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cuz she's sweeping me away, i may never be found
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cuz every guy that walks past, i wanna kick his ass
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relax, $ucksex, sit back, don't overreact
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and i noticed i stopped checking when some trim rolls past
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just tip my hat, someone's got my heart, imagine that
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i like fake boobs now cuz i'm in love with my girl
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she took be by surprise and now i'm takin on the world
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and i won't stop till i'm crowned the first king of the moon
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insane like Fudge, mad props out to Judy Blume
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assume and assumpt, your an ass and a clown
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the truth ain't hard to find you don't need no Encyclopedia Brown
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insane as it sounds, like houses built upside down,
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headed to the Grammy¡¯s to drop trow for the crowd
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and as they out loud fucking snicker and giggle
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i won't care a bit, not even a little
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cuz my egos not brittle,
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go ahead and belittle, DJ hit the fiddle
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and lets all Piggle wiggle
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Imaginate
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| Former Fat Boys |
