One two three four five six seven eight nine
So let's have a toast, everything fine
And i don’t wanna be a playa no more
So when i kick in the door, not waving the four four
Could i make you my baby
One two three, what could it be
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo
Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
The fence they was on about my rap skills
We once came from fields of cotton to roses
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this
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