HUMBLE.

HUMBLE.
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Wicked or weakness, you gotta
see this, waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)
Aye, I remember syrup sandwiches
and crime allowances
Finesse a nigga with some
counterfeits
But now I'm counting this
Parmesan where my accountant
lives in fact I'm down at this
D'usśe with my boo bae, tastes
like kool aid for the analysts
Girl, I can buy your ass the
world with my paystub
Ooh that pussy good, won't you
sit it on my taste bloods
I get way too petty once you let
me do the extras
Pull up on your block, then
break it down we playing Tetris
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the
A.M. funk
Piss out your per diem you just
gotta hate em, funk
If I quit your BM I still ride
Mercedes, funk
If I quit this season I still be
the greatest, funk
My left stroke just went viral
Right stroke put lil baby in a
spiral
Soprano C, we like to keep it on
a high note
It's levels to it, you and I
know, bitch be humble
(Hol' up bitch) sit down,
be humble sit down
Be humble bitch
sit down Lil bitch
be humble sit down
be humble sit down
be humble sit down
be humble
bitch, sit down

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