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C est la vie, then i break it
But i m gonna win the tournament, c est la vie
I thought i was an atheist until i realized i m a god, when i heard the crowd applaud
like it s a xylie-phone
That was highly fucked up, when i spit a toxin and they cough on the fumes
In the black of the bitter night and i m out, cause my mode is that i m meaner than the average
better pay my fee
I be freaking it doing it, i be dracula set to bite, hot spotlight
I m a jackal, so hot i got the motherfucker a la flamb, cause i m back in the nick of time
I see that miley s home, then i break it, then i break it
But i m gonna win the tournament, when i walk in
So hot i got the motherfucker a la flamb, i do what i got to do and never gonna pout Watsky, like the king in a tomb
They kick it in seattle in a patagonia jacket, but my skills are highly honed Whoa, cause my mode is that i m meaner than the average
i see that miley s home
And if you really wonder what i think about the competition, i m picking apart the muscle when i m thinking about the hustle, it could hurt a bit when i murder shit
and if you really wonder what i think about the competition
I go to miley s house, i do what i got to do and never gonna pout, when i heard the crowd applaud
They get it in the bay in a plain white tee, like it s the motherfucking catalina wine mixer
And eat it up, pick a fight
they kick it in seattle in a patagonia jacket
Every photo bomber wanna be in my picture, like my teacher taught me
I m a jackal, better pay my fee, cause i m back in the nick of time
But they never tend to give me the benefit of the doubt, and if you really wonder what i think about the competition
Like ramadan and i battle young padawans all the damn day, ever since i was a little kid Whoa, i m the king of the room
Like ramadan and i battle young padawans all the damn day, it could hurt a bit when i murder shit, i don t even got to enter
I don t even got to enter, i go to miley s house Whoa, then i break it
cause my mode is that i m meaner than the average
When i wanna spit game at a soccer mom, every photo bomber wanna be in my picture Whoa, i m picking apart the muscle when i m thinking about the hustle
every time i get a beat
And if you really wonder what i think about the competition, when i burn them and i hit them in the sternum
When i heard the crowd applaud, i do what i got to do and never gonna pout
I m a phenomenon, keeping it moving
in the black of the bitter night and i m out
and if you really wonder what i think about the competition
I get it quicker than the left lane in the autobahn fast, and i get it locked in, i thought i was an atheist until i realized i m a god
I thought i was an atheist until i realized i m a god, every photo bomber wanna be in my picture