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First off, haters Fuck 'em
No bedtime stories but
You know somebody tuckin'
As my dough gets nice
They just come by the dozen
But them hoes still love me
Like my name John Tucker

'Bout to serve these niggas
But I ain't the butler
They just look like fools (food?)
So I treat em like supper

What it is..whats up
We're talking slick like butter
Cause my name my ring bells,
Let me in bzz..buzzer
For I kick in the door like the ...

Nine o'clock tea time
No I never punched out
So I don't got free time
Takin' straight shots at niggas
Think that I need ..?
Gotta list fulla haters get
Behind the line.

With my middle fingers up
And its an obvious sign
That I ain't even transform
In my optomus prime
What I do they gon' do
Like bin laden is high
When I come through you know
It's going down bitch sly

We rollin' up that sticky icky
Feel like my shit slime
Everywhere we go we smell like prime
I'm fly yah two z's from heaven
When you see me in the club its 2k11
And how dare a muthafucker
Say my flow is elementary
I could really give two f's like fendi
We ain't goin' nowhere
Nigga see you in a century
Yeah I been in the hood please
Go all the way to century
I'm a real muthafucker
And you just a mirage
Three blunts in the air
You could call it a minage
On my passport swag,
Bookin' shows in mulan
And I ain't even got a deal
But my hand is lookin' strong
And I ain't done tryin' to
Write more songs than songs
Thank God that I'm alive
Praise 'em up they long crash landed
In the game bout to call 'em out home
Cant nobody tell me what I did wrong.

But they say that I'm insane
A little crazy, bitch I'm gettin' paid
Money never change me,
I put that on the range and
That mercedes jukin? in my lane
But you chase me
Baby I'm insane
A little crazy bitch I'm gettin' paid
Money never change me,
I put that on the range and
That mercedes jukin? in my lane
But you chase me if you wanna
But I'm a goner
Yeah, I said I'm a goner.

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