KE$HA

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Okay, I'm turnin' up (yeah)
Young n****, just turned 21 (okay)
And a n**** walk into the club (what?)
Yeah, that bitch tried to curve me a dub (yeah, yeah)
In my city, they showin' me love (uh huh)
She ain't showin' butt, she ain't showin' me none (yeah)
N**** talkin' too much, they gon' disappear (yeah)
Had to leave a fake n**** right in the rear (in the rear)
And it's 200 dash, so when I steer you see tires all over bend here (yerr)
2-door with me, I hop in Corvette, yeah
2012 shit, yeah I'm feelin' like Ke$ha (Ke$ha)
Foot on my neck, I'm applyin' the pressure (pressure)
Fuck her once, yeah I had to finesse her (finesse her)
And she fuckin' wit' me, then I bless her (yeah)
N**** talk shit, then he leave in a stretcher (stretcher)
That's yo bitch? Then ask her why her neck hurts (yeah)
Had her all in my bed, yeah I stretch her (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She ain't fuckin' with you 'cause you stress her (yeah)
Say my Balenci kicks impress her (yeah)
And these n**** tryn' join the winning team
Had to switch up the play, on two, on two, set hut (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ready, break (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got n**** that smile in my face but they fake (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Okay, I just called my accountant he said that I gotta go check on the bank, okay (yeah, yeah, yeah)
So I walked in the bank, and what happened? (yeah)
With the teller, yeah me and her laughin' (haha)
Leonardo, these n**** be actin' (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a fat bitch, n****, I'm active (okay)
You a broke bitch, n****, go stack it (woo)
You a lazy bitch, why is you slackin? (woo)
Okay, let's go, let's get this shit brackin' (let's get it)
Showjoe hop on the beat, get to snappin' (snap)
She want me to Beat It, Michael Jackson (ah)
In the field, like I'm Jackson (uh huh)
And your swag? We ain't jackin'
I popped out, I got lit, I got up, I got rich (uh, huh, uh huh, uh huh)
You n**** mad, I got lit, I got this, yeah, I got this (woah, uh huh, go, go)
A hundred mill', no deal, no fake, just wait (yeah, havin', nope, nope)
You don't move no weight (ooh)
You don't got no cake (ooh, ooh)
I got a cold heart, n****, no Colgate
I'm finna run it up until they feel me (uh huh)
I had to rock a n**** like Philly (yeah)
I had to up the score, can you feel me? (yeah)
This is a cold world, it get chilly (yeah)
I'm with my soccer bitch, up in Chile
N**** is fake as hell, this the real me (yeah)

[Outro]
This the real him, the star of the show
Yeah, Showjoe, he get all the hoes
Yeah, Showjoe, he don't play 'round wit' a fake n**** or a fake bitch (damn)
And he got it out of the pavement, when they switched up, he ain't lane switch (yeah, yeah)
I just run it up [?] (yeah)
N****s mad as hell that they can't win (yeah)
I was just recordin' in a basement, now I'm top floor or out of state, bitch