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Kendrick Lamar

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    God knows
    I am
    Reincarnated
    I was stargazin'
    Life goes on, I need all my babies

    Woke up lookin' for the broccoli
    High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
    IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
    Mister Get Off, I get off at my feet

    When I hear music, it makes me dance
    You got the music, now is your chance

    A yee nigga couldn't try me in the Tri-State
    Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed till he hydrated
    Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
    I got the money and the power both gyratin'

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    I feel good, get the fuck out my face
    Look good, but she don't got no taste
    I walk in, walked out with the safe
    Mando, let me know what the play

    What the fuck?
    I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts
    I got friends, I got foes, but they all sittin' ducks
    Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe
    Fifty deep, but it ain't deep enough
    Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up
    Fallin' from my money tree and it grow throughout the months
    Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us

    I feel good, get the fuck out my face
    Look good, but she don't got no taste
    I walk in, walked out with the safe
    Mando, let me know what the play
    Squabble up, squabble up
    Squabble up, squabble up
    Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up (mm-mm)
    Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up

    Hol' up (hol' up)
    Where you from? (Where you from?)
    Bye, bitch (bye, bitch)
    I'm finna go dumb (finna go dumb)
    Sideways (sideways)
    Bunk skunk (bunk skunk)
    Fever (fever)
    I'm on one (I'm on one)

    Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it
    Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it
    Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it
    Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it
    It was woof tickets on sale till I silenced it
    Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
    Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitch
    Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
    Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff
    Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off
    Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw
    Tell me why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional?
    Tell me why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?
    Ayy, Dot, can I get a drop? I'm like: Nigga, nah
    Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
    It's a full Moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)

    I feel good, get the fuck out my face
    Look good, but she don't got no taste
    I walk in, walked out with the safe
    Mando, let me know what the play
    Squabble up, squabble up
    Squabble up, squabble up
    Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up (mm-mm)
    Squabble up (mm-mm), squabble up

    Song details

    Composition: Fun, Kendrick Lamar, Sounwave, Sylnse, Matthew Bernard, and Tony Butler

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