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Verse 1:You no want test meCuz my crew is so Og187's every dayUnless of course it's SaturdayCuz that's the day I get my hair cutTanning booth and I get my legs Naired upWho, where, what, when, how many? My Prius is packed with young emceesAll handy with the techn nineYep...get your paper up, pippin I'm gonna get mineDon't sweat the technique and don't speakWhen you ehar the whip go beepVerse 2:You no want test meMy crew it rolls so deepTinted windows for privacyCuz ya'll ain't VIPZack Morris is back for usWindow cracked on the TaurusBeat valley something mercilessMr. Belding, pop the percolateIt's me and violet Bickerstaff kicking rapGiving that whiplash way before NickelbackForget the Max, I'm onto something sickerSongtexteThe glee club recital next month's biggerBridge:You no want test me but you can address meAs Mr. Presley, a fist so threateningThat I'll be texting and I'll be checking The chin of any lame who disrespect meHop on the vespa, lotta finesseGotta caress mic right like I'm honoring itOnto the next spot, entourage calling your betAnd you ain't even heard us when we're hollerin' yet Aus Songtexte Mania