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game - uncle otis lyrics

this then is sterophonic sound, sound scupltured in sp-ce (taylor made)
sh-ts here is my uncle otis (taylor made)
(t-t-taylor made) (taylor made)
this sh-t for my uncle otis
here’s a dome shot to this n-gg- named otis
n-gg-s think they the coldest but n-gg- you just the oldest
n-gg-s be chasing they youth but it’s gone
yo ‘ye, this n-gg- aint even wanna put you on
and then he turned around, put on sean
but forget to tell em benny han han don’t sell no f-cking wonton’s
i don’t wear sean john, but f-ck with that ciroc sh-t
tupac back, well hit em up on some pac sh-t
who run the world? jayceon
will kelly rowland come and be my motivation
if you invented swag then i invented gangsta
got one in the chamber, the throne is now in danger
and i dont wear no gucci gucci fendi fendi prada
i’m charles louboutin, you n-gg-s aint sayin’ nada
lil white b-tch better stay in ya place
you call me a n-gg-, i’ma put the k in ya face
it’s a stick up b-tch
(so put your hands up in the air)
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it, i do it, boi
so put your hands up in the air
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it
call khaled, tell him f-ck it, i’m on one
i created tyler, the creator
here go courtside seats
you are now watching the greatest
shades blocking the haters
stays rocking the layers
the show goes on
til i start aiming the lasers
and lupe’ll souffle half you m-th-f-ckers
its the drew league, i don’t wanna speak about the rucker
cause jennifer lopez just got a divorce and i already
got her up in the porsche
tryna teach you how to love
how to love
marc anthony too short (b-tch)

look how that n-gg- look
and i’m 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot crooks and castles
all my n-gg-s crooks with castles
red nation graduation yeah crooks with t-ssels
it’s a party, it’s a party, it’s a party
sittin up in marvins room, blowing that marley
you wanna hit it, so put ya hands up in the air
(so put your hands up in the air)
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it, i do it, boi
so put your hands up in the air
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it
i got the money up in the rubber band
don’t run up on me, try to take it from me (boom)
i aint morris chestnut, i aint ricky
but i give you 9 shots, you can call that fifty
dre got that super b-ss i just call it nicki
working on that detox, blowin on that sticky
can i hit it in the morning?
better be a quickie
gotta hustle hard, ace, tunechi and ricky
waves frank ocean, you can see my odd future
you gon need more than novacaine after i shoot ya
yesterday i went to coach-lla not to see jigga
i went to see wiz but theres amber, perfect
i took a seat on the red futon
hit it with that wiz sh-t on, whatever
so put that p-ssy on my face
and let me taste, a little taste
i’ma eat it up like it’s my last
i’ma i’ma do it different, she aint gettin no cash
you know why? i’m not a star
somebody lied i got a chppper in the car, huh
that aint a lie
(so put your hands up in the air)
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it, i do it, boi
so put your hands up in the air
(i just wanna, i just wanna, i just wanna)
know is any gangstas up in here?
i do it

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