I'm goin hard body til theres no more room left
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And you ain't ever seen nobody sittin thru this
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You got space, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up
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First off yea I'm tatted up and my bitch too
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You just got a bunch of different names like a bitch do
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You the type of nigga in the bar tryna pick thru
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I be gettin blasted mothafuckin click, boom
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Duck, move, no pen but you can call me Bic man
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Showin skin you ain't goin ham like an Islam
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Light to a dark skinned nigga wit no tan
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No shirt in this bitch, Hollywood Hogan
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Frankenstein tatted on me cuz I am a monster
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See I like the pain you can meet me at the hostel
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Face like a aztec, hair bones fossil
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All that I did yea my mothafuckin lights on
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See it from the front or the back like an iPhone
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Walk inside a room n I'm the one they got they eyes on
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Me say, you ain't even fuckin with my DJ
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Catch up, you ain't even started on your sleeves yet
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Need to book a couple more sessions tryna reach this
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Ink gun stuck into my flesh its like leeches
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All that shadin shows that you just soft
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And if you gotta problem middle finger read fuck off
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I'm on some new shit, how my face look
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I know you wish you thought of this like facebook
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And I don't talk give a fuck how the case look
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Cuz niggas tryna steal my shit, Bill Gates crooks
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And I could pass for a vato
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If you tatted, nigga I'm Picaso
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I'm the shit you can get it on your nostrils
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You can take a picture or get it on your iPod
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I'm goin hard body til theres no more room left
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And you ain't ever seen nobody sittin thru this
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You got space, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up
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I'm goin hard body til theres no more room left
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And you ain't ever seen nobody sittin thru this
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You got space, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up, tat it up
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Tat It Up
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Kid Ink |