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On a scale of one to ten, you rate yourself
Here's some champagne, yourself
I know I'm lookin' good, you lookin' yourself
I mean you on these bitches, you should hate yourself

My style so cold I could skate
But I go so hard I could it melt
I mean the flow so solar bar
power an electric car

My, my, my, is side by side
He just talkin', outside
Do you if I, take you on a test, do you have all-wheel drive?
And if that baby purr, I'm baby her

Bitches gon' hate and maybe
'Cause your ice so brrr I you a baby fur
to work, I know you was on pur-pur
But is a whole new arena

See, come by talkin' bout they make it rain
I'll make that Katrina
Mr. Omari, with my entourage, no Ari
And a motorcycle jacket, no
She said dude, that's cool,

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Twista you at? Abracadabra, did he vanish?
Hurry up and out but I ain't want to panic
I say that I'm in the zone but don't understand it
I'm here but mentally I'm on another planet

And it kinda made 'em look at me like I was stupider
Now they askin' which planet, is it
So I let the show 'cause I know stacks could talk
I'm mackin' on with my intergalactic thoughts

In my Benz
up on a chick and holla at her and her lady friends
Like as rich as an Arabian, I'm kickin' pure
Euros pay me in

For I put together in the dungeon
I'm lookin' for a UK chick a nice onion
Never beat it up like Bunyan
And I can't believe they let an American in London

when drinking Gs with a tonic
Steady be trippin' smokin' on the hydroponic
When I spit it like this be callin' me bionic
Kanye with the Twist, nigga, how

And I'm astonished haters don't see me on
They wanna how Twista get the easy dome
off the chain, 23s be chrome
Artful with the Yeezys on gone

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I'm on flame but yours is all white
And I'ma up in the Bentley all white
Step up in the club nothing but all dykes
Sippin' on Louis and partyin' all night

Phony ass people, I don't they demeanor
So I hop in the rocket and go and chill over
One of rap's heroes, who came zero
Makin' something out of nothing, me Gilbert Arenas

Now I'm fuckin' with divas that rock the
Blow my back 'til my face be numb
I am the shit: It don't make me
Rockin' wit a like I got an eight-feet gun

And my flow be colossal 'cause I spit the
Whether rhythm or any tibble [unverifiable] I can do
See through a prism I conquer an obstacle
And always get money no how illogical
I follow because, uh

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