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Awesome Lyrics

I'm fuckin' awesome
(I am feelin' myself)
I'm fuckin' awesome
(Good day, bro)
I'm fuckin' awesome
I'm fuckin' awesome
(Let me tell y'all how I really feel, bro-bro)

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

Just bought a drop top, feel like I'm in L.A.
Everybody watchin' me, I feel like I'm the movie
Homie got his first block took it from o-yay
The judge ask me who the shooter, told him no comprende

Two dudes got it whacked, certain names can't say
Streets won't hire him, him have no resumé
I am not industry, certain games don't play
Met her at the Cheese Cake, ran through her same day

Me know he sweet, we call him Kool-Aid
I buy Maybachs, I don't buy Porches
Half a mill to the side, save it for the court case
I am fuckin' awesome, that's what the streets say

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

I am fish grease, what that mean? I'm really hot
No M's no plaques, what that mean? He's really not
Tight jeans, tight shirt, what that mean? He's really pop
Ten stacks each pocket, what that mean? That real gwap

Three Becky's, one me, what that mean? A lot of top
AR, a hundred rounds, what that mean? A lot of shots
No cred, no stripes, what that mean? A lot of talk
A M worth of jewels on, still won't cool off

I feel bad for him, him, he fall off
She say we did it twice, I don't remember her
My son told his teacher, "I got a rich pops"
I asked him why he said that, he said I didn't lie pop

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

Tell the truth, don't lie, who the fuckin' man now?
When I shoot I don't miss so that mean no rebound
She said when you beat her she makes no sound
She get on my nerves, I make her bite a towel

If you got a buzz mean you ain't sold shit, clown
He ain't want to pay so I told him move 'round
If you don't wanna talk numbers, catch me when I cool down
I am fuckin' awesome, I like how that sounds

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"

these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta

Songwriter(s): Algernod Washington
Copyright: First And Gold Publishing
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