I'm a motherfucking headliner, bitch, you don't even know it
(Process it)
I'm a motherfucking headliner, bitch, you don't even know itWhy's it white girls don't ever have any ideas?
And they don't even know
What's on my channel
But that's true for almost everyone
Everyone but you
My goat, my crab, my scorpion
You're my icons 'cause you're different
You're differentI love wicked wisdom
Half turn my at two wet come free
Don't send me no more evil visions
They just stab my heart.I'm just a black she-male
And I don't know what you people are all about
What you people are all about
I just know how to make it
(Peanut butter) Like thisOh, just a look at her is god
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
Shan't you see it baby
Oh, just a look at her is god
Can't you see it baby
Can't you see it baby
Shan't you see it baby[Chorus]
When we get together
It's always hot magic
When we get together
When we get together
When we get together
It's always hot magic
When we get together
It's always we are the champions, my friends
When we get together
We're gonna hit
What you work withOoh, you've got such super wicked style
Show it to me baby
Let me see it baby
Show me to your baby
Oh, you've got such super wicked style
Show it to me baby
Let me see it baby
Show me to your baby[Chorus]All I care to hear
All them standing gray insects inside the house machines
Knowing what's coming next
Something temporary reference for the other side
All I care to hear
Elitist's commentary about some fated press limited edition
I hear the toy ball bouncing on Jihad would do their elegant conceit
All I care to hear
You have such power to destroy
No time to process that now
So iconic in my mind
Songwriters
KEVIN BARNESPublished by
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