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I this record while thirty thousand feet in the air
complimentin' me on my nappy hair
If I can f-ck her in front of all of these
prob'ly think I'm a terrorist
Eat my asparagus, then I'm her
Thoughts of a young nigga, fast and freedom
A crash dummy for diamonds, I know you to meet 'em
I'll prob'ly die in a
Just bury me with twenty bitches, twenty million, and a fitted

up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up) up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big shit
80

Back in this in the back of that bitch
my back against the wall and yo' bitch on the edge of my dick
off
I a bitch a bitch, a ho a ho, a woman a woman
I never did nothin' but break the ground on top of the
Tire mark gave you evidence that I'm easily with the speed of a lightnin' bolt
As a kid I killed two adults, I'm too
I live my twenties at two old, the wiser man
Truth be told, I'm like
Wicked as eighty reverends in a pool of fire wit' devils hands
From the distance, don't which one is a Christian, damn
Who can I in 2012? There's no one
Not even myself, a screamin' for help, somebody

Hol' up (Hol' up) up (Hol' up)
up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', watchin'
When you do it like this, nigga, ain't an option

Hol' up (Hol' up) up (Hol' up)
Hol' up (Hol' up) up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin' (Ay, ay, her out the studio, Ali)

24/7 nigga, workin' his ass for it, she poppin' ass for it
The King of wit' diamonds I never do ask for
checkin' my passport, I'm too accustomed with Customs
She call in the force, I killed it, somebody cuff 'I'm
They me to fast-forward the game, and why you complain
When you niggas is past poor, you'll hop in my lane
When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my
You play like a bad sport, her on the dashboard

Hol' up (Hol' up) up (Hol' up)
up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', everybody
you do it like this, nigga, losin' ain't an option

Hol' up (Hol' up) up (Hol' up)
up (Hol' up) hol' up (Hol' up)
Yeah, big shit poppin', watchin'
When you do it this, nigga

I wrote this record while thousand feet in the air
Stewardess me on my nappy hair
If I can fuck her in front of all of passengers
They'll prob'ly I'm Osama
The emergency landed, it was an honor hol' up