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You see (uh)On this here stage tonight is something legendary (yo)He goes by the name of the creator (crazy, ayo)But you, you call him tyler baudelaire (look)I be talkin' that fresh, shit, I don't need gum (nah)Cookie crumbs in the rolls, never no weed crumbs (no)He ain't talk to his bitch in three daysIt ain't gotta be this way, I'm down for the threesome (woo)I might buy a boat (nigga, yeah)Depends if capri got space, don't really need oneI could go in the wintertime, baby, I bleed someFind another nigga like me'cause I ain't seen one (tell 'em, no)Pull up in that, uh, whatchamacallit? (nyoom)Played a couple demos at madison square gardenAnd tell them motherfuckers at sony I'm not callin'I'm plottin' on a billi', chilly in my garden, yuhAlrightI admit itWe just been playin' with you niggas, manT, I think you need to load that second clipWe hop on, french waltz, uhShe say she like the royce and I'm like which one?I got two, hun, look (let's go)Catch me in my other-other-other-other crib, that's my akaHurricane-proof all the views, shit like a bay bay (damn)Of course, he had ascot, passport got tattoosSlim nigga, big dick, with a fuckin' gap toothThe way you been (money)They call me mr. always on some shit you never seen (hah)In that mansion, livin' single, bitch, I'm maxineNiggas of your standard shouldn't talkGive a fuck about you thoughtscall me if you get lost, bitchOkay, now you understand what we came here to do, right?Oh yeah, me, I go by the name of dj dramaAnd on my side, that's tyler baudelaireAka bunnyhopAka the creatorCall me if you get lost, suckers (hahaha)We didn't come to play wit' you niggasLook, tried to take somebody bitch 'cause I'm a bad personI don't regret shit because that- worth itIn the end, she picked him, I hope when they fuckin'She still thinkin' of me 'cause I'm that perfectI'ma get that deep text when this verse surfaceBetter send it to my ego 'cause that shit hurtin'Hope y'all shit workin' (true story) , I'm a psycho, haDon't give a fuck, you left my heart twerkin'Movin', losin', grip on my doings (yeah)Eyes is cryin' on the jet, cruisin''bout to spend millions just to fill voids upDrama, I need you (yessir)can you turn the noise up?Can you turn the noise up?can you turn the noise up? (go, go, go, go)Turn the fuckin' noise up, ah, nigga, my heart brokenRemember I was rich so I bought me some new emotionsAnd a new boat 'cause I rather cry in the oceanIt's t, baby, uhHahahaha, I tried to tell y'allI don't even like using the word 'bitch'It just sounded cool
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