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Uffie Sex Dreams And Denim Jeans

I give it away You keep on making me wait But I'm not your slave I waste a shit load of time And I'm on the rush You're playing tricks with my mind And

bitch (Is the battle over here?) I don't care, I quit There's two kinds of MCs out there There's the ones who rap, and the ones who don't care And frankly

like it's all about me Me, me, me all the time I so understand you But guess what Me and my stupid flow Me and my MySpace With only three tracks a year And

day When my baby ran away He was sex dreams and denim jeans We used to stay up all night Playing late til it was bright But then he found the guitar And

see so I can touch your body You know my name, right? I'm kinda famous now I'm takin pictures with my fans and signin tits now I am a rockstar And I

and walls surrounding me Blonde ambitions, offerin mother's little yellow ... helpers Helpers helpers, helpers Uffie Country club martini crew Extra olives just won't do Valium makes your soul get higher And

if I write rhymes, I write checks Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks Difficult-icult-icult-icult I write checks Open in my books I've read Dreaming

wrong bitch (Is the battle over here?) I don't care, I quit There's two kinds of MCs out there There's the ones who rap, and the ones who don't care And

can see so I can touch your body You know my name, right? I'm kinda famous now I'm takin pictures with my fans and signin tits now I am a rockstar And