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2much - my rep lyrics

my my rep is impeccable, i’m not to be f-cked with success! success!
my rep is impeccable, i’m not to be f-cked with
my my rep is impeccable, my rep is impeccable
my rep my rep is impeccable, i’m not to be f-cked with
i’m so i’m so hot even if there was a change
the best jewelers want to make my things
i’m so so hot even if there was a change
the best jewelers want to make my things

big money (big money) new clothes (new clothes)
all this ice in my watch, time’s froze (time’s froze)
still proper is just to get chose
by the bare, yellow bones with the pretty painted toes (yo)
she with it (she with it) i know
i done hypnotize this girl with my candy painted flow (ah hah)
and everywhere she hear is the lamborghini door
raisin’ up, closin’ down, so the panties ’bout to go
she know she won’t be way down in her tummy
and she even clean so nicely just hopin’ i get hungry
no sir (no sir) not today
and i really hope she know, ever since she can’t stay ’cause

my my rep is impeccable, i’m not to be f-cked with
my rep is impeccable, i’m not to be f-cked with
my my rep is impeccable, my rep is impeccable
my rep my rep is impeccable, i’m not to be f-cked with
i’m so i’m so hot even if there was a change
the best jewelers want to make my things
i’m so so hot even if there was a change
the best jewelers want to make my things

slick on the radio, i say h-ll no
boo boo rappers, go to jail drop, so
straightened up nicely, hip-hop likes me
tell her sit back and put some sugar in her ice tea
i’m more like a virus, you’re more like a sneeze
cancerous lyrics bringin’ beasts to their knees
i’m just a little boat, music is my sea
on the fantastic voyage just tryin’ to find the key
(the key?) yeah, the key to the cars
the mansion, the money, the jewels (jewels)
without signing the sh-tty contract and becoming the tool ’cause

college drop out with an ice cold flow (flow)
gotta hustle hard all the real n-gg-s know (know)
if you need a hit just come see me
got beats by the pound, even by the oz (oz)
blank spitter
if this was a ball game i’d throw a no-hitter
you the dead body i’ll be your undertaker
all my hits turn to bread so just call me the baker ’cause

- 2much lyrics

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