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Hol-Hol-Hol-Hol-Hol' up
Awwwwww
I don't really think they ready for it
Naaaaahhh
I don't really think they ready for it
Outta space with the lines
Bout to be deported
Blast off like a rocket
Call me James Harden
(Oooh!)
I get to foul that's on any day
Two stepping two stepping
Up on every play
You don't got to like it boy
I scored anyway
You don't got to like it boy
I scored anyway
Haters get mad when we put on a show
Turn out lights and just watch how we glow
Glow for the king cuz his light how we flow
Watch when we shine they say we do the most
Haters get mad when we put on a show
Turn out lights and just watch how we glow
Glow for the king cuz his light how we flow
Watch when we shine they say we do the most
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Turn up til the til the knob break off
And I got a plane ticket
Watch me take off
Hol up I'm too fly check the wings boy
Hol up I'm too high shut the screen door
Turn the whole hood up for the good
Cuz we got a good cause
Let 'em let 'em know we good bruh
I do it do it for the hood bruh
And tell it just like we should bruh
You know it's all good bruh
Haters get mad when we put on a show
Turn out the lights and just watch how we glow
Glow for the king cus his light how we flow
Watch when we shine they say we do the most
Haters get mad when we put on a show
Turn out the lights and just watch how we glow
Glow for the king cus his light how we flow
Watch when we shine they say we do the most
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They gone hear us
Homie we all willing
Push it cus God in it
Giving them hard lyrics (ooh!)
Banana clip to the beat like gorillas
I cruise on the track
Something like four wheeler's (ooh!)
Like the king on the thrown we all risen
Gone put the casket away like pallbearers
And the only reason I spit it 'cus God in it
And the only reason I spit it 'cus God in it (ooh!)
That reason is worth it
And boy we ain't nervous
The reason we working
Save souls that be hurting
Keep them from burning
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Credits
Writer(s): John Jason Sims
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