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Take a fucking 'nother photo, man
Don't take another fuckin' photo, man
I just got here, homie
Don't take no photos, stop it (okay)
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at? (Grrt)
Ooh, where they at? (Doot-do-do-do-doot)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at? Yeah (niggas actin' like they fly than Superflygod, but)
Where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Haan)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Ayo
Hermés bandana on my head, I think I'm Tupac
The watch four-hundred retail with bethel, got no rooftop (skrrt)
Nine bed, 13 baths in The Boondocks
Off-White, line twenty-ones, Laurent tube socks
Got your bitch on the Peter Pan with two blocks
The bomb look like a Fupa, baby, let's make dua
If the dogs come, don't call my phone
I never knew ya, if you make it
A Pucci wetsuit you while we scuba
Multi-millionaire and a two-time loser (ah)
Got a button on the back with the air-booler (grrt)
Got bricks off consignment, if I fuck with you
Gucci racer suit on and I ain't even drive it
(Superflygod, huh-huh)
Where they at?
Where they at? (Doot-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at? (Haan)
Where they at?
Ooh, where they at?
Where they at? Yeah
Remember when they asked dumb shit like, "Can he rap?"
I don't even know where most my Grammy's at
Remember when they asked dumb shit like, "Can he rap?"
Now I can't even find my diamond plaques
Emerge through the smoke and the haze like Isaac
More LV than Pharrell in my closet (no, for real)
South Bronx, I gotta rep, send your bitch outta breath
Word to Anna, smoke the Lucy on the Met Gala steps