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Invincible (Remix)
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Kendrick Lamar
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Yeah Yeah, yeah I said I feel invincible (Yoz, what you tellin' me?) They like, "Papi, what you gettin' to?" (To, to) I pop a Perc', go retarded, wait Haha, hahaha Yeah (Ahaha), yeah, yeah, yeah Woo, woo, yeah (To, to, grrt, grrt) Yeah, yeah (Baow) I said I feel invincible (Hol' on) It's a hundred n***as in the spot (Baow) I'm walkin' through 'em (I'm walkin' through 'em) It's eighty-five just to walk on I don't talk to these n***as (Nah) 'Cause a lot of these n***as be corny (Corny) I'm feeling horny (I'm feeling horny) And I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry) I'm off this percolator sh*t (Woo) I got a percolated b*t*h (Percolated b*t*h) I give her this percolatеd d**k (Yeah) I show her thesе percolated tricks (uh) Pop Smoke, they know who run the city Pop Smoke, n***a, you can ask Diddy Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD Pop Smoke goin' fifty for fifty I pop a Perc', go retarded, then shoot up the party, then change the artillery (Grrt) Energy (Woo) I'm givin' nothin' but energy (Woo) I give her Perky and Hennessy I give two shots to the enemy, hope he remember me (Grrt) What the f**k a n***a tellin' me? (Baow) I spent two hundred fifty on my wrist I spent two hundred fifty on my b*t*h Double G, n***as know I'm a threat Walk in the spot and turn everybody Crip (Ayo Cig) DJ Clue, my n***a f**k with the Woos (Woo) Tell SpinKing to play it back (Back) While the Woos throw the bag They know I'm shootin' for the stars (Uh) Aimin' for the moon (Moon) I shoot at any opp (Opp) 'Cause n***as know I'm Woo (Woo) Send that n***a to the medic Everything raw, no edit Pop Smoke did it I said, "I feel invincible" (Hol' on) It's a hundred n***as in the spot (Baow) I'm walkin' through 'em (I'm walkin' through 'em) It's eighty-five just to walk on I don't talk to these n***as (Nah) 'Cause a lot of these n***as be corny (Corny) I'm feeling horny (I'm feeling horny) And I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry) I'm off this percolator sh*t (Woo) I got a percolated b*t*h (Percolated b*t*h) I give her this percolated d**k (Yeah) I show her these percolated tricks (Uh) Pop Smoke, they know who run the city Pop Smoke, n***a, you can ask Diddy Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD Pop Smoke goin' fifty for fifty (Baow) {Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar} I come from murder one, brung late night melee (Say, Say, Say) We hung all summer, sprung mattress with bae bae (Say, Say, Say) Trippin' off Dyke and my name strike with pay day Flippin' blue lightnin', tightenin', strapped with AK Say, say, say OG one, told me one, show me one, eight ways How to segue Pu**y, power, profit and headache I reminisce my life innocence or life innocent Or life intimate, with fame Light limo tint with light women, dark women in it Aw, Kenny, good game She wanna hang with a Starboy The sun and the moon and star, boy Astronomer, anonymous I line 'em up, we grind 'em up, there's nine of us And five of us have probably f**ked She mollied up, I tallied up all the parts, boy Twenty legs, arms, head (Head) Head, head, more head (Head) Oh God, bless the dead (Yup) I'm livin' life, high off life I wear my chokes off to bed I'm the greatest n***a, why you scared to say it? I wanna rock, I wanna rock I wanna cop more land, I never stop I wanna quick advance on a bill if it ain't one Break everything, I'm a hustler, came from I'm hopin' that somebody pray for me I'm prayin' that somebody hope for me I'm stayin' where nobody 'posed to be p-p-posted Being a wreck of emotions Ready to go whenever, just let me know The road is long, so put the pedal into the floor The enemy on my trail, my energy unavailable I'ma tell 'em, "Hasta luego" They wanna plot on my trot to the top I been outta shape, thinkin' out the box, I'm an astronaut I blasted off the planet rock to cause catastrophe And it matters more because I had it not Had I thought about wreaking havoc On an opposition, kinda shockin' they wanted static With precision, I'm automatic quarterback I ain't talkin' sackin', pack it Pack it up, I don't panic, batter-batter up Who the baddest? It don't matter 'cause we at your throat I said I feel invincible (Hol' on) It's a hundred n***as in the spot (Baow) I'm walkin' through 'em (I'm walkin' through 'em) It's eighty-five just to walk on I don't talk to these n***as (Nah) 'Cause a lot of these n***as be corny (Corny) I'm feeling horny (I'm feeling horny) And I shoot like Robert Horry (Horry) I'm off this percolator sh*t (Woo) I got a percolated b*t*h (Percolated b*t*h) I give her this percolated d**k (Yeah) I show her these percolated tricks (uh) Pop Smoke, they know who run the city Pop Smoke, n***a, you can ask Diddy Pop Smoke bust up a Citi or TD Pop Smoke goin' fifty for fifty
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