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Yo, who dat boy? Who him is?Him that nig-ga, I swearStand up guy, him don't need no chairWell, where the fuck him at?'Cause nigga, I'm right hereI don't shop at the mall, all y'all justDumb mothafuckaI'm a goddamn artistYou can give me some markers and I'll draw you a closetAnd you know that it's GolfBitch gon' and make the depositNigga fresh to death like he got dressed in a coffinCons, overalls, and a striped shirtThe boy drip swag like a broken faucetIt's runnin', nigga, I'm runnin'Shit, that cherry be the bomb like he ran in BostonWon't stop 'til the cops surround himOne nigga jiggy and the other awesomeWith his fuckin' face blown off, that's how they found himIt's Young TWho dat boy? Who him is?Who dat boy? Who him is?Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?Why you niggas feel like that?Mad 'cause a nigga's neck chill like thatMad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air like that?Nigga who dem boys?Who dem is? Nigga, who dem is?Who else step in this bitch this jig?Who else your bitch say got a bick this big?Who else came through with a wrist this flick?Nigga, Guess my pants, do my danceSpin around, bitch, you can kiss my assNever seen your nigga in this much RafStill doin' math when I miss my classWas it Summertime '06, had the number 9Nigga, never mind, wasn't none but time before VinceHad the Gucci gold tips with the lettermanNigga, dollar sign was my favorite number at the timeFresh freshmen 'til they skipped my assSenior citizen, don't forget my passBeen that nigga and you knew that thereMake the dick disappear, how she do that there?Who dat boy? Who him is?Who dat boy? Who him is?Nigga, who dat boy? Who him is?Who dem boys? Nigga, who dem is, nigga?Why you niggas feel like that?Mad 'cause a nigga's neck chill like thatMad 'cause a nigga push wheel like that?Why you puttin' bad vibes in the air?Fuck the rap, I'm tryna own a planetFrom my other fuckin' business venturesThese niggas these daysActin' like some bitches, like they're fuckin' with ya (yeah)Teeth is glistenin', Jesus, ChristmasHe just shittin', she exquisite, bitches be expensive (oh, no, nigga)And I don't even need attentionWang$Ap on the bumper sticker, fuck you niggasFuck global warming, my neck is so frioI'm currently lookin' for '95 LeoMy mom say she worried because I'm so I'llI should stay in bed, but got too much breadTo make, she said watch my weightSo I stayed home and start eatin' some mealsGet out of my way, wayBoy that's Mclaren, that's 0 to 60 in 2 point nueve, I'm goneFuck
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