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    (Intro - Chris Brown)
    I don't see how you can hate from outside of the club
    You can't even get in
    Hahaha, lego!

    Yellow model chick
    Yellow bottle sipping
    Yellow Lamborghini
    Yellow top missing
    Yeah, yeah
    That shit look like a toupee
    I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
    Ladies love me, I'm on my Cool J
    If you get what I get, what would you say?
    She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
    And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

    Look at me now, look at me now
    Oh, I'm getting paper
    Look at me now
    Oh, look at me now
    Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

    Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
    Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit
    Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
    And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
    Ooops I said on my dick
    I ain't really mean to say on my dick
    But since we're talking about my dick
    All of you haters say hi to it
    I'm done

    (Busta Rhymes)
    Ayo Breezy
    Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
    When you're doing that thing over there homie
    Lets go!

    Cause I'm feeling like I'm running
    And I'm feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
    Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop cause
    You know I gotta win everyday day, day
    See they don't really wanna pop me
    Just know that you would never flop me
    And I know that I can be a little cocky
    You ain't never gonna stop me
    Every time I come a nigga gotta set it,
    then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
    Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta shudder
    any little thing that nigga think he be doing
    Cause it doesn't matter cause I'm gonna dadadada
    Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom
    a badabing
    I gotta do a lot of things,
    and make it clearer to a couple niggas
    That I'm always winning and I gotta get it again, and again,
    and again
    And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
    A nigga better call a ref, and everybody know
    my style
    And niggas know I'm the the best when it come to doing this
    And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the east
    and I bang in the west
    And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
    You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
    Do you really wanna know whats next? lets go
    See the way we on and we all
    up in the race and you know
    We gotta go, don't try to keep up with the pace
    We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in
    And all we gotta do is take it to another place
    Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
    And I gotta cut all through his traffic
    Just to be at the top of the throne
    Better know I gotta have it, have it

    (Chris Brown)

    Look at me now, look at me now
    Oh, I'm getting paper
    Look at me now
    Oh, look at me now
    Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker

    (Lil Wayne)

    Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doin'?
    I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance, I go stupid,
    I go dumb like the 3 stooges
    I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution,
    no substitution
    Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi,
    pussy juicy
    I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on
    my radar
    Dress like a skater, got a big house,
    came with a elevator
    You niggas ain't eatin', fuck it, tell a waiter
    Marley said shoot 'em, and I said okay
    If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olay
    I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
    Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
    That's word to my flag,
    and my flag red
    I'm out of my head, bitch I'm outta my mind,
    from the bottom I climb
    You ain't hotter than mine, nope, not on my time
    and I'm not even trying
    Whats poppin' Slime? nothin' five, and if they trippin'
    fuck 'em five
    I ain't got no time to shuck and jive,
    These niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
    Ciroc and sprite on a private flight, bitch I'm enticing
    Guiding light, and my pockets white, and my diamonds white
    And my mommas nice and my daddy's dead
    You faggots scared cause I'm too wild,
    been here for a while
    I was like fuck trial I puts it down
    I'm so Young Money, if you got eyes
    look at me now bitch

    (Chris Brown)

    Look at me now, look at me now
    Oh, I'm getting paper
    Look at me now
    Oh, look at me now
    Yeah, I'm fresher than a motherfucker

    Okay, okay
    Is that right?
    I'm fresher than a motherfucker

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