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On a of one to ten, what you rate yourself
Here's some champagne, hydrate
I I'm lookin' good, you lookin' great yourself
I mean you shittin' on these bitches, you should yourself

My style so cold I skate myself
But I go so I could make it melt
I the flow so solar every bar
Could an electric car

My, my, my, whips is by side
He just talkin', mine's
Do you mind if I, you on a test, do you have all-wheel drive?
And if that baby purr, I'm baby her

Bitches gon' and maybe worse
'Cause ice so brrr I copped you a baby fur
Just to work, I know you was on
But is a whole new arena

See, niggas by talkin' bout they make it rain
I'll make bitch Katrina
Mr. Kanye Omari, my entourage, no Ari
And a motorcycle jacket, no
She said dude, that's cool,

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where you at? Abracadabra, did he vanish?
Hurry up and come out but I ain't to panic
I say that I'm in the zone but they don't it
Physically I'm here but I'm on another planet

And it only made 'em look at me like I was stupider
Now they askin' which planet, is it
So I let the money show 'cause I know could talk
I'm mackin' on bitches with my thoughts

In my Mercedes
Pull up on a chick and holla at her and her friends
Like as rich as an Arabian, I'm pure flows
they pay me in

For I put together in the dungeon
I'm for a UK chick with a nice onion
Never beat it up Paul Bunyan
And I can't believe they let an American in London

Especially when Gs with a tonic
Steady be trippin' while smokin' on the
When I spit it like they be callin' me bionic
with the Twist, nigga, how ironic

And I'm astonished haters wanna see me on
wanna know how Twista get the easy dome
Swag off the chain, 23s be
Artful Dodgers the Yeezys on gone

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I'm blowin' on flame but is all white
And I'ma pull up in the Bentley all
Step up in the club with nothing but all
on some Louis and partyin' all night

Phony ass people, I feel they demeanor
So I hop in the rocket and go and over Venus
One of rap's heroes, who from zero
Makin' something out of nothing, call me Gilbert

Now I'm fuckin' with divas rock the stadiums
Blow my brains back my face be numb
I am the shit: It don't make me
Rockin' wit a like I got an eight-feet gun

And my flow be 'cause I spit the impossible
with rhythm or any tibble [unverifiable] I can do
See through a prism when I conquer an
And always get no matter how illogical
I follow because, uh

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