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I'm Indubitable, spitting Pharmaceuticals All I do is win, ties are simply unsuitable Bitches on my cuticles, I changed the game like oodables? The Davey Jones of rap is back, the bodies in my cubicle Ever since a toddler, I had them call me father Since ye' high, I got booty like prostate doctor Mom want me be doctor, I be rhymin' like pasta Eat them like they pasta, Head is straight up, posture Niggas can never knock the, hustling Bitches on my balls, never fumbling Nigga in fact they be doubling But the hunnies get the smothering, never loving them I never sleep, Got the heavy bags, struggling They run from him when he approach, They call him the hero All he need is thee cloak, cause murder what he wrote And fuck guns, don't need those Everything is done to the Max, no Keeble Circle tighter than Speedo, I'm the Don like Cheadle I'm flyer than eagle, I get the cheeks like pillows Uh, I swear niggas they bout it, they bout shit You'd be in good shape if ran like your mouth did Ya'll lower than mouse shit, I'm higher than mountains Keep false announcing, have you running like fountain They ain't amounting to the money I'm counting In a few year my accountants need accountants Uh, everything I do is counters to me SongtexteStupid nigga kinda seem you were counting on me But I, bet you ain't trying to encounter with me Nuh uh, I'm piranha, you some flounder to me And the word on the grapevine, I'm going up great heights Joey got enough line to capture a Great White I get more shine than late night, I'm beast who ain't ate right Back up on my mojo, I'll show you what apes like Nigga it's JoJo, They on my pogo, no homo I ride the beat like the man on my polo Ya'll some bozos, I'm underage, but pour more though That Roso got me moving slow-mo I'm taking photos with your ho-ho Chris Cringlely gifted, I'm ill with the writtens Got my finger to the world, Fuck it a fist then Sit back and look at what you been missin', nigga Aus Songtexte Mania