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I'm Illy
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Teyana Taylor
Featuring(s) : Chris Brown
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Yeah, '09 our year, hahaha Mixtape status, YouTube, hahaha Teyana Taylor, what's good? C. Breezy in the buildin' Yeah, man Let's go in I'm in the clouds, homie, no gas mask Paper long, stacked higher than giraffe ass I'm used to drivin' spaceships so I'm landin' wrong On some ugly shit, ET with a bandana on Dolce book bag, Louis rag, hangin' out the right side Red lightnin' in my hair, I'm lookin' on the bright side Listen to my music, yes, I highly recommend it But if you ain't messin' with it, why the hell you commentin'? And I'm really lovin' rappin' now, know I had to get it in Listenin' to rappers and some of 'em soundin' feminine Any stage or any show I been there or I done it Too big and these girls run from it, haha These young niggas here now, yeah, we 'bout to shut 'em down My little sister Teyana Taylor and yeah, I'm Chris Brown And ain't no goons with me, gon' act silly Don't forget, mothersucker, I'm illy Uh, I guess the magazines just ain't enough, still wanna play with us When that beat get murdered, right away you know they say it's us Blog sites, web sites, they all know I'm dead nice Porsche at the red light, you Honda chicks is dead tight Money steady generatin', haters give me inspiration Swagged out generation, got your child board skatin' M.O.B so solid, Ray-Bans so poppin' Multi-colored fingernails, cranberry phone posse Killin' every beat I touch, body everythin' I say Pen game, whip game, I just bought a car today Jealous of my one of a kind swag, you're dumb match Shorty tried to copy and paste my style, she's dumb gas Scared of nobody, I push it to the limit You rap chicks is burnin', here's a number to a clinic CB is with me, get familiar with the movement Neglect every instrument to my body and abuse it Alexander McQueen jeans, I'm on that mean shit Super sweet 16 clean, my magazine clip Yeah, you a hater now, check, check out my gators now Rockin' goose downs and I'm with a belt crocodile Can't forget my fur coat, shawty name Merlow And she mad wild and I like the way it purr yo 2012, yeah, I'm rockin' new denims With the temperature control all in 'em Yeah, I'm gon' go hard, flow hard Every time I spit is up to par, you know I show off Lyrics is impeccable, you know I'm gon' act the fool Yo, he and my model swag, Y-3-2 cool Yeah, my block is forty left, you know we don't play no games Timberland, hard denims, wife beat swag flames Harlem is my birthplace, L.A. where my work lay Haters check my profile, naw, this ain't MySpace, ow Let me laugh in they face, ass, hee CB, hahaha Yeah, stanky leg Aight, I hear you Old hungry, hungry hippo ass, hee Laugh in they face ass, cow, face ass everything Harlem school of rat ass, hee What is it thumpin'? It's beautiful Yo', yo' hair real like mine, man Bark like a dog Ha, a big dog Woof, woof Ayy, we illy, we illy Yeah, man, we just doing this for fun We love y'all 2009 on everything, you already know Hey, what you gummin' this? Oh
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