[Chip Tha Ripper] Knock knock, CuDi open up, this Chip Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on, give a penny to bitch But I'm wit a couple ho's who said they really wanna get Acquainted with some niggas who ain't the average niggas They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flyer then a hundred naves, worth a hundred hundred stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mint chain Candy old school put you niggas in detention Slabbed niggas deeped up tool in the cloths I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold
[Chorus: KiD CuDi] Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm living life, dawg, what about you? (Fresh!) And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high (Fresh!) So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable (Fresh!) Pimp tight get it right, homey, more or less I gotta thank god I'm fresh
[KiD CuDi] Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop I'm super duper Cudi candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin' when I lean They gimme to my fans, I'm country till I decease Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'mma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe, but she wanna check, though Dodging and popping pictures like the hoes was working with the law Back and shaker pictures, trynna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes that I want and give my niggas what is left I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's you can't knock 'em Use ta have the Honda with the thirty day tags That was in the past now I'm bout to throw 'em on the JAG
[Chorus: KiD CuDi] Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm living life, dawg, what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable Pimp tight get it right, homey, more or less I Gotta thank god I'm fresh
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Copy to Clipboard: [Chip Tha Ripper] Knock knock, CuDi open up, this Chip Gotta kush pack shells and some Henney we could sip Keep a couple dolla's on, give a penny to bitch But I'm wit a couple ho's who said they really wanna get Acquainted with some niggas who ain't the average niggas They just wanna see why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures I be flyer then a hundred naves, worth a hundred hundred stacks I ain't gonna stop shoppin' till I hit a hundred sacks Although that's a given I ain't even gotta mint chain Candy old school put you niggas in detention Slabbed niggas deeped up tool in the cloths I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold
[Chorus: KiD CuDi] Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm living life, dawg, what about you? (Fresh!) And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high (Fresh!) So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable (Fresh!) Pimp tight get it right, homey, more or less I gotta thank god I'm fresh
[KiD CuDi] Oh, I rearrange faces when I drop I'm super duper Cudi candy paint the rag top Can't nobody even tell me I'm sippin' when I lean They gimme to my fans, I'm country till I decease Please, I stay up on my creep so to come up Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas I'mma say some shit that make you think I lost my mind I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind She fine as she wannabe, but she wanna check, though Dodging and popping pictures like the hoes was working with the law Back and shaker pictures, trynna play me to the left Now I pick the hoes that I want and give my niggas what is left I don't know if it's the name or the bake on bottoms Keep them on sleep them 501's you can't knock 'em Use ta have the Honda with the thirty day tags That was in the past now I'm bout to throw 'em on the JAG
[Chorus: KiD CuDi] Ayyy, what it do my dude I'm living life, dawg, what about you And I ain't even gotta tell a lie My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high So I'm, watchin' my moves From the shoes on the cool Be damned if a nigga ain't hotable Pimp tight get it right, homey, more or less I Gotta thank god I'm fresh
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