Tell them I’m an oxymoron when I open my mouth
Cause people talk shit if they know what I’m about.
But before them these other boys is ill,
Put this in your gut, be sure I’m for real, it’s such a trip.
All is around the globe and all I have a bed,
I don’t do a thing and bitches licking their lips
Me and Chip reflecting all the hate in Chibby-Chabbo
You almost got me to suck on, I’m not a sucker,
Better get on back, pussy motherf**kers get the Will Smith smag
And I am not a fan, I better look on for facts
No matter what it been, mister richest on the dollar scene,
It ain’t repeated.
Come, come now, last call, it won’t
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