I do my thing, I do my thing.
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I¡¯m getting paper, fucking hate, I¡¯m gonna see you later,
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All it is, a low range, around few exchanger,
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You interrogate, BBD interrogators,
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I¡¯ll not be running through these streets like my brother, Beaver.
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Alligators is that I rob you from your parents gates,
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You know me, I¡¯m here to chat in everybody¡¯s change.
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I say this rap game has died, I came to save it,
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Everybody here is nuts, but this song will save it.
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I never let nobody carry me, streets made a mad on be, rap be my family.
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Slow told, no edit, no throw, I play it quite dilly,
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Never had a silver screen and let nobody count for me.
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I¡¯m not a star, I¡¯m the motherfucking galaxy
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Catch me, if you can, but it ain¡¯t nobody gonna be catching me.
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Sorry anybody, if you¡¯re hurt, it goes by me,
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In my fools, this guy¡¯s stuck, play the rapper¡¯s debt.
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¡®cause they don¡¯t do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us,
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I¡¯m fly on a seagull, I¡¯m the daddy, daddy,
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Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people,
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Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain¡¯t the one moving the pedo
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I drive these bitches crazy, you ain¡¯t having my kid,
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But you can always dream, my baby, I¡¯m the daddy-daddy.
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I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in,
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So you wanna talk shit? You kill ¡®em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing.
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Middle finger up, how you save the rap,
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Loud mouth, many movements, getting in the banger,
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Everybody for my present like I¡¯m Adam Sandler,
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I ain¡¯t ever stunk a bee, but I¡¯d stink a ganja.
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Stuck you up, star, make ¡®em throw their hands up,
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You said fun, you see the fun, they¡¯re singing Benny Banks songs.
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I know that I¡¯m in the zone, but I ain¡¯t be in anger,
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Courtesy, North London, that¡¯s where I come from.
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I¡¯ll admit it, guys, I don¡¯t represent the dungeon,
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I gave you boom, bang, bang, but I ain¡¯t put you down, yet.
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Before I turn badda-bing into a numb,
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But most of you rappers is easy competition, might never offend you.
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Bunch of actors acting like some gangsters,
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But they¡¯re really wanksters, just a bunch of pranksters.
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You should try dry costumes, some Dirty Sanchos,
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I see my rap fisting up kind of hostess.
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¡®cause they don¡¯t do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us,
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I¡¯m fly on a seagull, I¡¯m the daddy, daddy,
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Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people,
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Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain¡¯t the one moving the pedo
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I drive these bitches crazy, you ain¡¯t having my kid,
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But you can always dream, my baby, I¡¯m the daddy-daddy.
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I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in,
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So you wanna talk shit? You kill ¡®em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing.
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Big smile on my face, I be getting money,
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Pull my name out your mouth, never been a dentist.
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Imma put my hands out my fans, many thanks, ¡®cause we just set up a new grudge.
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Who¡¯s the daddy, daddy?
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¡®cause they don¡¯t do what we do, beemis wanna fuck us,
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I¡¯m fly on a seagull, I¡¯m the daddy, daddy,
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Sign me on a hoard, putting on to my people,
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Suck a dick, suck a dick, I ain¡¯t the one moving the pedo
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I drive these bitches crazy, you ain¡¯t having my kid,
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But you can always dream, my baby, I¡¯m the daddy-daddy.
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I do my thing, I do my thing, I get it in,
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So you wanna talk shit? You kill ¡®em, badda-boom, badda-bing, badda-bing.
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Who¡¯s the daddy, daddy?
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Who's The Daddy
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