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Mistah F.A.B

[Verse 1]
This one for the king of the super duper
Keak get well, we gon’ shit like a pooper scooper
I’m ridin’ for you, brodie, like a super Uber
Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters
Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon’ let it die
Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy
Fetty Wap on the game, lookin’ with my better eye
Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah
Turned back up like a nigga never turned down
Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch)
From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick
Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit
Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin’ then?
Brodie actin’ like a bitch, too much estrogen
"Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!"
We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

[Verse 2]
Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds
Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word
Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third
Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared
Hands on the clock gettin’ turned back
Year 2006, where the herb at?
The Bay fell off? Nigga what? I heard that
Been gettin’ lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty)
Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on
Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home
I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat
Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG
Now tell ’em don’t stop, keep goin’, keep goin’
Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin’, I’m blowin’
Hold it down for the Bay reppin’ Oakland
Still super-duper hyphy, you know it

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

[Verse 3]
’06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy
Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie
Just left my nigga Keak, crackin’ jokes by his bedside
He said "Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye"
So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin’
Put your hands up like I’m ’bout to pop somethin’
Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin’
They really ain’t shooters, ’cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin’
Put a pill in your life, change your attitude
I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude?
Man, what is it? Why you mad at dude?
Boy, I’m just doin’ what I had to do (What you do?)
Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack
Hyphy comin’ back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that
I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back
Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back

[Chorus]
Yadadamean, fo’ sho, yadadamean, fo’ sheezy
This that ’06 slap, you beezy
In the building and I’m feelin’ like yee!
Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak
Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy)
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy

Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Hyphy
Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy
Hyphy

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard
That means business
Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might
Corny bitches make me sick
I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch
Gunna
Made man like Joe Pesci
I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her
I had to skate Wayne Gretzky
Called an Uber helicopter
Bought a pound from a rasta
Bought the yayo from Miguel, though
Award shows need an Oscar
They need my merchandise on Melrose
David Bowie of my generation
Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation
Came from public education
Ramen noodles with the bacon
I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby
Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations
Dub was working at the steel shop
Slim was working off of 1st block
We still roll together every day
Except we might be on a private plane
Why would you ever come from nothing
And not do whatever the fuck you wanted
Baby you’re asking why I’m such a legend
I took so much acid, I be forgetting
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still dirty Chuck Taylors, still hanging with gangstas
The type to put the red beam on you, I ain’t talk about a laser
We the golden squad, we the golden squad
Double X, we the hardest
Need double mercy Marty
Should’ve never got it started
Motherfucker, I’m retarded
Do you know how I’m regarded?
King of underground, King of Cleveland town
King of marijuana gardens
I can’t stop myself from coughing
Four thousand dollar bong rip
Custom made for the new house
Can’t believe I never had shit
2012 was a good year, 2017 too lit
20/20 vision, see the future
Looks like the crown do fit
I am king of this new shit, seven rings and a pool stick
8 ball, let sway roll, rockstars don’t say no
This beat so flame, though, I forgot to say my name, though
Bitch, I’m G-U-double N-A, Gunna
Never like my mother, fighter, not a lover
Man, I’m wildin’ every summer
I ain’t like my daddy, he religious
I’m with bitches burning rubber
Yah I’m a desperado, whiskey bottles, .38 bang, bang, bang
Models be on the same thang, thang
EST, that’s the gang, gang, gang
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Bitch, I thought it was a drought
Bitch, I thought you had the clout
I’m a golden god, I’m a golden god
I’m on the roof of the party
Still almost famous, still all the way dangerous
Still all the way dangerous

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]
The truth will set you free
But first, it’ll piss you off

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]
Hate! Bad bitches wanna be my bae
Hate! Hunt me down like the C.I.A
Hate! Side of my car, tryna see my face
Hate! Want me to beat it like the T.I. case
Oh (hate!) and if it’s heated I’ma feed my face
Hate! And best believe, it’s gon’ be outrageous
Hate! Hatin’ niggas can’t believe my race
Hate! Niggas hit you with the Eli face, oh

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Scrunchin’ their eyes with your name in their mouth and
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Verse 2: Pharrell Williams]
Hate! You keep askin’ me where I’m from
Hate! About the borders and, "Did I run?"
Hate! Keep askin’ how I feel ’bout guns
Hate! There’s a light and dark army, which side you choose? Oh
Hate! If not now then when?
Hate! And if not me then who?
Hate! Don’t drink the Kool-Aid, my friends
Hate! I tried to tell y’all about this dude

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’
Hate supplements are found right in their couches
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Interlude]
Wait, wait a minute
Shout out to them people, people
Wait, wait a minute
P-p-p-people, people
Wait, wait a minute
Mad ethnic right now

[Chorus: Rihanna]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me, Rih, in the new La Ferrar’

[Verse 3: Rihanna]
And the truck behind me got arms
Yeah, longer than LeBron
Just waitin’ for my thumb like The Fonz
Woo! This beat tastes like lunch
But it’s runnin’ from veneers and it’s runnin’ from the fronts
But everyday, hey, wasn’t lemonade
I was afraid, once a nigga graduate
Would I be okay?
So I prayed and I played
It’s Rihanna, nigga
My constellation in space
Warp speed, Doctor Spock couldn’t chase, nigga

[Bridge: Pharrell Williams]
Nigga, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face
Bath, bath salt, bitin’ speakers in the face

[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
I get it how I live it
I live it how I get
Count the mothafuckin’ digits
I pull up with a lemon
Not ’cause she ain’t livin’
It’s just your eyes get acidic
And this here ain’t a scrimmage
Mothafucka, we ain’t finished
I told you we won’t stop
A nigga ’bouta business
Like yours, but you rent it
Wave hello to the top
Nigga the Veyron glide
Tell the paparazzi get the lens right
Got the window down, top, blowin’ la
Got the hazards on, only doin’ five
You can catch me…

[Refrain: Pharrell Williams]
Bouncin’ around, bouncin’ around, bouncin’

[Outro: Pharrell Williams]
You can catch me
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute
Wait, wait a minute

[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah

[Intro: London Jae]
Tweakin’, haha

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Yeah, hold up
I be spazzin’ (Spell that shit)
S – P – A – Z – Z – I – N
Dabbin’ (Spell that shit)
D – A – A – B – B – I – N
Hold up, bae, roll up, bae
‘Bout to pour a four up, bae
I just got some head from shawty
I don’t even know her yet
Real strong, real grown
Your boy ain’t spazzin’ on me, real feel homie
This fresh, rockin’ Polo everythin’ to the neck
Got five karats all in the grill, homie
Car foreign, y’all boring
Got TVS all in the whip watchin’ hard porn
Rifle cocked .40 Glock
I’m tweak, tweak, tweak tweakin’
Boy stop, girl gone, get my syrup on
What the word on the curb, homie?
All my niggas got furs on
Geeked up in the club last night
Everythin’ was a blur, homie
Benz blue, Jimmy Choo
In the booty club, find me a girl to get tanned to
This Cartier lens blue
I got a pocket full of dead white men, we friends too

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Huh, I ain’t got the illuminati money
But I got the boy you shouldn’t try me money
Wonder why they haven’t heard an album from me
Didn’t sell my soul, they tried to buy it from me
Ha ha, not for sale
Ain’t a fan of fairy tales
Ain’t no air of oxygen, in outer space
So tell me how the hell to fuel a rocket ship?
Now how does it throttle? The truth is a hard pill to swallow
Landing footage from Apollo look like amateur night down at the Apollo
And they say in space, it’s four thousand degrees
But it’s only seven elements available that can withstand that much heat
Look, now all these niggas political now
Claimin’ they woke ’cause it’s trendier now
Overnight activist
Even the President’s runnin’ the world from a Twitter account
Uh, geekin’ often, Steven Hawkins
‘Bout my coin like meter parkin’
Off the wall like Peter Parker
Here let’s get to squeezin’ on you like some squeegee water
Keep the garter bitch, Bandz

[Chorus: London Jae]
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I been geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’
I been spazzin’, spazzin’, spazzin’
I been tweakin’, tweakin’, tweakin’
I can’t stand up, stand up, stand up
I be geekin’, geekin’, geekin’
Spazzin’, tweakin’
Spazzin’, geekin’
I been tweakin’
I been tweakin’

[Outro: B.o.B.]
Stand up, send a bitch out, hit her without a condom
Smell that bag or marijuana, where the turn us to a stunter
I been comin’ your Rollie, huh, do what you tryna, stuntin’
I run ’em up, dumb, not enough money, ooh yeah