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I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the light spots ana di party
Coulda be the liquor could it be that you’re next to me
I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the party, coulda be … smoking
Coulda be you’re next to me

There’s something ina di air
Nobody no care…
And everybody ere
And free liquor at the bar…
Pon everybody feels, nobody sad
…because

I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the light spots ana di party
Coulda be the liquor could it be that you’re next to me
I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the party, coulda be … smoking
Coulda be you’re next to me

And di dj…everybody dancing…
And the … everybody share… up
I feel gal and …di dance
… with a man… like an avalanche

I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the light spots ana di party
Coulda be the liquor could it be that you’re next to me
I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the party, coulda be … smoking
Coulda be you’re next to me

There’s something ina di air
Nobody no care…
And everybody ere
And free liquor at the bar…
Pon everybody feels, nobody sad
…because

I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the light spots ana di party
Coulda be the liquor could it be that you’re next to me
I feel so good, I don’t know what’s come over me
Coulda be the party, coulda be … smoking
Coulda be you’re next to me X2

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[Intro]
They talking to me like..
They talking to me, right?
They saying..

[Verse 1]
Ye shall be blessed if thou worketh
So for fifty two weeks, I showed you my style perfect
Once in a while, one of the realest niggas shall surface
I’m C.O.B., plus I slaughtered all the house verses
It’s foul circus, I vow to hold it down
It’s my proud purpose
When the crowd purchase my sound, make yours sound malnourished
My mouth curses, please excuse the views
Only four letter word I never use is “lose”
Slaughterhouse headlines, yeah my crew’s the news
Domestic violence and pet names, yeah we abusing booths
Better store the metaphors
Nigga, remember these similies
So when you say you’re better off yelling — nigga, please
By any means necessary I became legendary on the Internet
It’s like I screwed the computer
And my next block is fucking your desktop
Like having sex with a secretary — you get it, Jack?
My intellect is a ball, brains given to me by teachers
Who predicted I’d be homeless bumming a cigarette — huh
You got me mixed like the letters when a dyslexic send a text
This is where my destiny interjects
In the ‘jects where the gats bang
I’m fresh off B.E.T, but looking like I crack slang
What up, homie?
I think I’m living like the bosses deserve
Cause I’m the C.E.O. of my balls and my word
I’m burying beats in the cemetery dirt
Abusing the music like the producers should’ve sent it to me first
Tracks get shat on like toilets get sat on
Beats get spat on, Long Beach hat on
The top five, least I see myself inside
Cause who fucking with us — “us” being me, myself, and I?
Yeah, I’m sending rappers to the afterlife
You arrogant cowards — you a dick and a pussy, you a hermaphrodite
I’m something soft in this game, that’s what they acting like
Nigga, I’m from the gutter where a G.E.D. is a bragging right
And some nigga named Marvin describes the appetite
A sea on a horse, a hundred watt bulb
That’s my description when I grab a mic
Cause I’m high as a satellite
You haters get your chatter right
Young’un, I been here a while
I could’ve been a quitter a long time ago
Bitter a long time ago
But if success is a bitch, Crooked is gon find the ho
She can hide, I’m seek her like “Eeny-miny-mo”
Too many rap verbals around you dummies
I’m like them rubber bands on a hundred grand
I rap circles around you, money

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I said hey, won’t you and your home girls roll with me and my niggas
I said hey, my crib like the club, get drunk, baby I’m just star stiffing
It’s like 2 in the morning, got a bottle of rose, i want you out them clothes
Take it off, take it off
See all the louie Vuitton, turning me on, … take it off, take it off

Tell your friends, I’ma tell my friends
We could be friends, for the weekend
We be in the beemer, after the party
We going to my crib, to have the afterparty
We got Hennesey, we got rose
We got great goose, mix it in with og
… ask where the sirrock at…
Light skin model, dark skin gold digger
White girl named Becky and a Spanish stripper
In my bedroom, I got options
They all fly, they all got on red bottoms
Oh I ain’t gotta pick, he having a great time
I’ma do it to all of them at the same time
I can do that, I got the stamina
Damn maids, they want me to get the camera

I said hey, won’t you and your home girls roll with me and my niggas
I said hey, my crib like the club, get drunk, baby I’m just star stiffing
It’s like 2 in the morning, got a bottle of rose, i want you out them clothes
Take it off, take it off
See all the louie Vuitton, turning me on, … take it off, take it off
Tell your friends, I’ma tell my friends
We could be friends, for the weekend
We be in the benz… all black
We make bad bitches feel like they … all that
Shawty we be balling, we them ballers
We got divas turning into stalkers
… the lifestyle, they in love with it
The was fronting at first then let us all in it
No cuffing… they gonn give it up
Oh they nasty, like Rihanna, like Nicki…and Madonna
They want the chanel bad, I’ma give them one
They listen, they getting the most expensive one
That’s my baby, I mean my babies, I don’t got a lady
I got ladies

I said hey, won’t you and your home girls roll with me and my niggas
I said hey, my crib like the club, get drunk, baby I’m just star stiffing
It’s like 2 in the morning, got a bottle of rose, i want you out them clothes
Take it off, take it off
See all the louie Vuitton, turning me on, … take it off, take it off X 2

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Once again I am back
ladies welcome to my ..

you are honey you know it
come over here and show it
I hear your body screaming for me
she is talking about .. I have been waiting all day
where you are at I got you no question
so there is no need for stressing I am gonna teach you all my love lessons
when I get you I am gonna take you to my room room
and make the bed go boom boom
let’s get caught up in the moment do it just the way you want it
went on top like .. and just ride to …
I am gonna make your body sing when we are making love
gonna make your bottie bounce like we are in the club
hold up I can make your body sing sing for me baby
you know that I got the melody so let me hear you say uuu uuu uuu
all my ladies say uuu uu uuu

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Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me (close on me)
But I don’t leave that no more, no more

There’s a place in my head
That repeats what you said
That repeats what you said that day
You’re afraid of the mistakes that you made
dug your grave
Baby that’s the price you pay

So don’t shut down
This town ain’t big enough for both of us, oh
Ooo

And Now I found You’ll never get enough from me
So baby I’mma set you free I’mma set you free
Free, free, free

Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me
But I don’t leave that no more, no more

Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me (close on me)
But I don’t leave that no more, no more

I’ve been try to relate you
All the things that make you
Act the crazy ways you do (you do)
But that would take patience

And headaches to make sense
Some things you put me through
So don’t shut down
this town ain’t big enough for both of us

Ooo
And Now I found You’ll never get enough from me
So baby I’mma set you free I’mma set you free
Free, free, free

Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me
But I don’t leave that no more, no more

Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me (close on me)
But I don’t leave that no more, no more

All the pictures and the windows
On the wall all closing on me
I thought that you were supposed to learn
From what went wrong in history

So you keep doing everything you can
And you’ll never get that to me
I bet you remember the day
You were better
As soon as we severed and
then when you were free (2x)

Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me
But I don’t leave that no more, no more

Oooo, Are you ready ‘cuz I can count
How many days you weren’t here
But wasn’t close in on me (close on me)
But I don’t leave that no more, no more (2x)
OoooOooooo (4x)

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[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[verse 1: red cafe]
hold up, i’m hotter than a fugitive
america’s most wanted, that swag lucrative
unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
talking that g talk, living like a general
ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
my niggas them killas for real, i’m talking federal
it’s f-ck you, it’s f-ck you, never no subliminal
stacking ones every day, active criminal
me and twenty million cash look identical
if you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
but i ain’t looking for love, that’s for s-cker niggas
let him be your man, i’ll gladly be the other nigga
cuddle with dog all winter, i’m your summer nigga
hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
bullshit aside, i’m the realest killer in town
most the niggas in the streets, they know how i get down
bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
look, as a young boy i used to have hoop dreams
now i’m like shaq, i still got hoop dreams
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[verse 2: fabolous]
i ain’t feeling niggas, i ain’t that sentimental
i got no words for ‘em, let’s just keep it instrumental
i put it down where i stay, word to incidentals
and guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
y’all would never measure up using my ruler
you’re more soft than a second-year high schooler
my nigga hov told me finish my breakfast
and now i’m looking at you niggas like breakfast
french toast, turkey bacon
shit’s in bad shape, too many squares circulating
money talks and y’all voices are unheard
when they ask about us, one word
unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
that’s why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
when you touch down, bow down, get your tebow on
you won’t say it in the street, don’t say it in your tweets
you won’t say it when we meet, don’t say it on them beats
real nigga shit, rns
last night was a movie, starring us
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

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(verse)
miami has the dolphins,
the greatest football team!
we take the ball from goal to goal,
like no one's ever seen!
we're in the air,
we're on the ground,
we're always in control.
so when you say miami,
you're talking super bowl!

(chorus 1)
cause we're the miami dolphins,
miami dolphins,
miami dolphins number 1.

(chorus 2)
yes we're the miami dolphins,
miami dolphins,
miami dolphins number 1.

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