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b-ly & willfake - think again crazy lyrics

[hook]
(think again, crazy!)
photograph it, but ain’t resolvin’
loco dyk- ain’t gon’ be listenin’
to when i advise ‘em (think!)
though when i complain ‘em
they still phone ‘em

-camera snapping-
[verse 1 : willfake]
you’re selfieing
showin’ off the whiteness
you ain’t shy and keep snappin’ ‘em camera
too vain to do them
goes around, you can get the karma
but the motherf-ckin’ phone scattered
you got your face camel (uh!)
you eat ‘em consanguinity away
just do another, you don’t get the way
your photo’ll never get in the e-bay
i guess it gets, “shut the f-ck up and get away!’
pimple so many you got ‘em as tatoo as lil’ wayne
never whitenin’ and get baby-faced and never get facial, eh wait!
b-tch, stop doin’ that, f-ck that, that face is dat face
ain’t dainty, just look at your badness
you still ain’t perfectless, get ‘em madness
show ‘em underarm, stop lurkin’ under i am
if you’re brave, yeah, do it! (do it!)
waste not, want not, ate nut, doughnut
stop do nuts, before i smear your face with the gasoline
stop selfieing and snappin’
it squanders time and endurance until you’re mannequinn
upload that, f-ck that, you’re as horrible as manson
and.. ha-ha, i got that b-tch
so when you upload it, till it’s uploaded
check it ‘forehand and i’m gonna pat my forehead
this again, that again
i know you’re feelin’ perfect but

[hook] 2x

[verse 2 : b-ly]
cr-p on ‘em knucklehead
i gave rap on the knuckle
had no time for seeing your selfies (couldn’t refresh feed)
i’m trapped on a modern date
i slap on your f-cking face
it’s time to supper, c-cksucker
don’t selfie on and on, trouble some mad emotions
you made me fed up
but the addition camera, new edition
edit ya ingloriously, f-ck
you couldn’t touch that ingeniously
what do i selfie when i can met all each other’s face?
till i phone and make ‘em stressed
how the heck is your how to dress (is that a breast?)
like a brash, why’s so silly?
stick your mouth up then put 2 fingers off the cheek
with a bug-out style and a phony skin
snap, and retry it in baker’s dozen times
(oh no, hillbilly’s here!)
plastic surgery, looked as a slapstick
spastic to gain it, therefore i hate static selfie
be yourself, sl-t
god-given is not like you’re wishin’
but f-ck it, i’ma still like you to think again, b-tch!

[hook] 2x

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