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mr. me too
You know we back, right? Clear the streets out Come on with it, ha-ha, Star Trak  Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas Bulletproof under t-shirts because they hate us Do like Snoop say step your game up Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane up D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up Just last week, I was out in Aspen Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin' A week before that, I was out in Italy Italian heart throbs could not get rid of me Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes Call from the cell phone, give me that Enzo I know what your thinkin' yeah me too Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too  Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin' The streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin' I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin' But I got one question, fuck y'all been doin'? Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up We don't chase and duck, we only raise the bucks Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo Women, if you love me, please let me know Tie rags around your neck and learn the sets we throw These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans But the crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive  I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too  I know what you thinkin' why I call you Me Too? Cause everythin' I say, I got you sayin' me too I say I got a Benz, so you said me too You hangin' out the window so they can see you But you ain't hangin' out the window When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on  Wanna know the time? Better clock us Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we mobsters Break down keys into dimes and sell them like Gobstoppers Who gon' stop us Not a goddamn one of you Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers Ivory white, yeah that's the same color Of the Azure nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us Champagne corks, kicks by Louis sports and Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan Cop it, chrome it, touch-screen component Mink on the floor, make you hot, don't it? You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment  I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay we get it, yeap yeah you too I know, I know, yeap yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too