(feat. Chip Tha Ripper)
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Knock knock Cudi open up dis chip
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Gotta kush pack shells
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And some henni we could sip
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Keep a couple dollas on
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Give a penny to bitch
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But I'm wit a couple hoes
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Who said they really wanna get
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Acquainted with some niggas
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Who, ain't the average niggas
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They just wanna see why
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All they girlfriends be wanting pictures
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I be flyer then a hundred navs
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Worth a hundred hundred stacks
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I ain't gonna stop shoppin
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Till i hit a hundred sacks
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Although that's a given
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I ain't even gotta mention
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Candy old school
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Put you niggas in detention
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Slabbed niggas geeked up
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Tool in the cloths
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I'm just a young fresh fly
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Fool wit some gold
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[Chorus:]
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Ayyy, what it do my dude
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And i ain't even gotta tell a lie
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And in even gotta tell a lie
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My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high
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So I'm, watching my moves
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From the shoes on the cool beat
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Damned if a nigga ain't high to the roof
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Pimp tight get it right homey more or less
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Gotta thank god I'm fresh
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Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,
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I'm super duper Cudi,
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Candy paint the rag top
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Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin when I lean
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Forgive me to my fans,
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I'm country till decease
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Please,
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I stay up on my creep so to come up
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Gotta look the part superstar, no stunners
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I'm gonna say some shit that make you think I lost my mind
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I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind
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She fine as she wannabe
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But she wanna check though
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Dodging and popping pictures,
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Like the hoes was working with the law
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Back at shaker bitches try to play me to the left
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Now I pick the hoes I want,
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And give my niggas what is left
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I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms
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Keep them on sleep them 501's
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You can't knock em
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Used to have the honda with the 30 day tags
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That was in the past
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Now I'm finna throw em on the JAG
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[Chorus]
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T.G.I.F.
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| Kid Cudi |
