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She got an ass her mama's, call that Julia Roberts
This pretty lady is crazy she addicted to drama
I'm tryna keep it romantic, I'm like McConaugh
Don't need to be a detective to out that she want it
She ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her
She loves to listen to oldies and wear her like Madonna
She tell her dad I'm a doctor, I that she clueless
I only play one on TV like I'm a young Clooney
Dawg I was for movies, getting better when older
You to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulder
If you are a bunch, pack it up
Got a flow, packing a punch
Billy Madison I'm never a lunch
But I'm y'all raps 'cause you snacking it much
I'm just a fighter, an all-American rapper
I Minnie Driver these girls crazy, there ain't no
I'm on that Casablanca, watch out homie is classic
My life reality television, no one acting

The city can be
But you just need to stop and your lines

Hey girl, well let's make a
You can be my lady beauty
Grab your camera, be shy
Things ain't black and white
We can make this world into our (yo)

These asking me questions, they like "how did you do it?"
Now the way we blowing up, it's like a Bay movie
I got a beautiful mind, so got these beautiful
They say you win and lose some but all I'm doing is winning
My life like Button, let's go back to the future
And start it back in 2000 with a mic and computer
I was just writing these raps, trying to bring the whole with me
I went from being Home and now I'm Richie, Richie
I put my old life behind me, jumped in front of the
I got honeys going crazy, call that Jessica Alba
These rappers are like how come
they can't get to I did
Vring vring, here come Johnny homie I'm
I got bad bitches on my dick, homie I'm grinding
It's so dope, go home to TiVo and rewind it, uh
Struggling rappers are acting like they waiters now
They busy watching me make it homie, you wait

The can be mine
But you just need to stop and your lines

Hey girl, well let's make a
You can be my leading lady
Grab camera, don't be shy
Things always black and white
We can make this into our movie

Is it eyes? Is it your hair?
Is it your look? Is it stare?
I swear the camera love, love, love,
I swear the love you

Is it your eyes? Is it your
Is it your look? Is it stare?
I'm cut, cut
Oh is the cut, the director's cut

Hey girl, well make a movie
You can be my lady beauty
Grab camera, don't be shy
Things ain't always black and
We can make this world into our movie,

Now let them horns