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Turn my fucking beat up (x3) (turn my mic up to) (remix) [Refrain] Uh, yeah! we can do anything Walk everywhere and buy anything! (remix) I'll be chilling, I don't worry about anything remix) Why stop now? I can have everything! (part 2) Yeeeah! I can have everything! Yeeeah! I can have everything! Yeeeah! I can have everything! Why stop now? I can have everything! Find the nearest exit Everybody better find the nearest exit See the way I killed very nigga in this bitch Somebody please tell me where the forensics Everybody know the god real Looking like you work in a garage sale While you hating on one of the greatest I be in the crib digging in ya mom's tail Big old bitch - avatar I got her sitting on the dick like I handle bar Shawty like the way I beat it up Beat the pretty pussy with a battle scar Let a nigga eat it up like a caviar SongtexteGot her buggin now she wanna carry on Ymcmb, gods of this rap shit that we are But ya girl look like a little amateur Wednesday night at the Apollo But it's okay 'cause she got a long neck And I got a dick size only a giraffe could swallow Sent her back cause they gonna ask tomorrow Why baby girl did you have to gargle? If I could have everything Do me a favor send me a hundred more bottles Hahaha [Refrain] Aye let me re-introduce ya'll to my beautiful twin Oh my god. Missy... It go 3,4,5,6 On this mic I hot spit This my time, toc-tic On the chicken not fucking wit' Hit 'em with hits in the head I spit... This shit is so ridiculous, sick Missy like no other chick Now watch how I kill this remix I slay these crows Got more lines than cornrows You ain't on me sea level Better get on ya tippy toes Really though, really no I'ma blow it up like a torpedo Who am i, you don't know You can call me the original I'm the e-double-ll i-o-t-t don't ever try me on the mic i'ma beast Eat an emcee like I'm Finna have a feast You better sit down, have a seat I can do anything, Missy Finna change the game Ya'll better stay up in ya lane Now i'mma just make y'all clap ya hands [Refrain] It's been officially declared that the martian is back in the building Tunechi!!! Man, fuck these niggas Man, fuck these hoes T just roll a big long blunt I smoke that bitch till it's Muggsy Bogues I ain't got time for that bitch shit Glock, automatic, no stick shift My girl p-ssy bigger than pig lips My blunts last longer than friendships Man, I was on my skateboard It ain't trickin' if you got it I'll pay for it Hol' up, wait for it Catch up, like fake blood My own funeral I'm late for it Shout out to my young nigga ace hood I'm fresh out the can I'm canned goods Two handguns, my hands full I'm young I'll and so mean I'm one pill from od'ing I'm high hoe, my eyes low like Korean's I pulled up on that ? Thuggin', bumping golf wang Bitch, I'm higher than Eddie Cane Tunechi I can have everything [Refrain] Aus Songtexte Mania