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Record man play my song on the radio

You too busy tryna find that blue-eyed soul

I let my black hair grow and my weed smoke

And I swear too much on the regular

We gone let them hits fly, we gone let it go

If it ain't XO then it gotta go

I just won a new award for a kids show

Talking 'bout a face numbing off a bag a blow

I'm like goddamn bitch, I am not a Teen Choice

Goddamn bitch, I am not a bleach boy

Whip game, make a nigga understand though

Got that Hannibal, Silence of the Lambo

Hit the gas so hard make it rotate

All my niggas blew up like a propane

All these R&B niggas be so lame

Got a sweet Asian chick, she go low mane (lo Mein)

You know me (know me), you know man (know man), you know me (know me)

Every time you try to forget who I am

I'll be right there to remind you again