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Mr. Gambino, Mr. Mr. Gambino [12X]
Uh, they call me the rocker
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, uh
Uhh, they call me the rocker
I get down like 2Pac and Big Poppa
Some say he too birds, you can't stop him
n***az got too much beef like two Whoppers
Look at my clockers, it's about time
for a n***a to mature like a gla** of fine wine
Ain't no n***a alive can outshine
I get sneaks, but don't pay like I'm crime
I run this b**h, cause I'm Will Smith
Cause I am legend and you just Hitch
But naw I'm Hitch, cause I get b**hes
Well I got more than one so call me eight Hitches
We ain't got riches, just some nice kicks
So call me Bruce Lee who's dressed in nice sh**
Haters think I'm lame and girls think I'm sick
But both of them groups is riding my dick
Yeah, they call me the rocker
Call me Mr. Gambino
Uh-huh, check this out! I'm fly like birds
And I spit real sh** so my flow like turds
And my words absurd so I turn it all around
So my mouth is my a** and I sh** when I'm loud
And I'm black and I'm proud, and I'm white and I'm rich
So f** it, I'm a martian, I'm Lilo and Stitch
n***az say I sound like Weezy and sh**
Well he the best in the game so what's wrong with that?
Are you trying to tell me that my rhymes is fat?
Call me Usain Bolt cause I run the track
n***a I'm sick of that, stop comparin me to people
I know my voice funny like my name John Heder
And I'm out of this world and I'm hot like space heaters
And my girl top down so I call her two seater
My iPhone blast like TNT
I text back to homegirl, "What'chu know 'bout me?"
I'm in N.Y.C. or in A-T-L
And my wallet stay fat like Kenan plus Kel
n***a what's that smell, cause my sh** don't stink
Cause my shirt bright blue and my shoes hot pink
And I finish this drink that I call a Twin Tower
Two Bud Lights and a whiskey sour
Where I fall down, that sh** is ground zero
Little kids sayin "There goes my hero!"
Hahahaha; they call me the rocker, n***a!
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Uh, they call me the rocker
Yo, I'm out man