Yeah, yeah
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First team bitch
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Stop ? hoodie time
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[Verse 1: Hoodie Allen]
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Bitches bow down, don’t even know me
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Told me I’m a dog like Odie
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And I only fuck with crazy girls like I’m home like I’m Brodie
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Made her come twice like Obie, damn
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So I don’t shop at Alexander McQueen (why?)
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I don’t even know what that mean
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Tryna live life on an everyday scheme
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The minute you met me was kind of a wet dream, well
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We don’t got that in common (common)
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These bitches want the Action Bronson (Bronson)
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I give a little Magic Johnson
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Then she wanna hold my wand like Emma Watson
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Oh they mad cause I got flow
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And these other rappers cheesy like a nacho
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So my pockets getting bigger like Levato
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But you ain’t got no fuckin’ Hoodie in your Serato?
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[Hook: Hoodie Allen]
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Talk to me, tell me your name
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You are my life, I want the same
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You say that it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be
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You ain’t no celebrity, so stop
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Cause fame is for assholes
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[Verse 2: Hoodie Allen]
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Hold up, stop, came here with a mission
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They didn’t pick me first like I’m Griffin
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But I don’t give a fuck, no Luck I got 20/20 vision
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I can see like everything he missin’
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Got a bad bitch, she my cash cow, she my cash cow
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I’mma make a million dollars so I have her pass out
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Pass blunts, babe, I can get you Emma Stoned
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And I don’t ever leave my bed alone
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Tryna tell my future like Cleo
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Tell me I’m the one (????), damn
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Thousand white bitches in the club and tequlio
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Let me spill this cash like the Rio, Grande
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I’m all about the ass and bush
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That’s why they lookin’ at me like I’m Ashton Kush
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I’m a bastard, look
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I’m a fashion crook
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So let me take your clothes off, bam
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[Hook: Hoodie Allen]
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Talk to me, tell me your name
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You are my life, I want the same
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You say that it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be
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You ain’t no celebrity, so stop
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Cause fame is for assholes
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Cause fame is for assholes [5x]
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[Verse 3: Chiddy Bang]
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Stop ? Chiddy time
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I hear girl like “come to the telly”
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Hit me on the phone you could run to the celly
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Just walked in, why they lookin’ at me doe?
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Girl you the bomb, could we lay like Frito?
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I got my jacket for you if you attack ho
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Swack ho, probably gettin’ tail like a tadpole
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First time I seen her man she wave like a flagpole
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She tryna fuck fame but that shit is for assholes
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Yeah, since I heard they finish first
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I’mma appetize then I get that pussy for dessert
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Clock, clock in you know I always put in work
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Tryna find (????) easy she got designer on her purse
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I don’t even know your accolades
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I could do that shit in half a day
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Act brand new but that’s okay
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Cause I’m about to get the cat, Anne Hathaway, hey!
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[Hook: Hoodie Allen]
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Talk to me, tell me your name
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You are my life, I want the same
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You say that it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be
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You ain’t no celebrity, so stop
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Cause fame is for assholes
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Fame Is For Assholes
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| Hoodie Allen |
