Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(R.I.P. the great, call him James Brown)
Yeah
(Fyre, Fyre, Fyre)
R.I.P. the great, call him James Brown (Woo)
Used to be a man's world, James Brown (Woo)
Just cut the fur, that shit James Brown (Woo)
Got my hair pimped, James Brown (Woo)
Hit me, hit, hit me, hit (Woo)
Hit me, hit, hit me, hit
I look good (Woo)
I dress good (Woo)
I talk good
Yeah, girl, I fuck good
Hit me, (Woo) hit, hit me, (Woo) hit
Hit me, (Woo) hit, hit me, hit
I feel good, I just popped one (Woo)
You a broke boy, I am not one (No)
I got real hitters with me, where I'm from (Trap)
You need a hit, bitch I got one (Come on)
Poppa got a brand new bag (Bag)
Poppa 'bout to blow a fuckin' bag (Bag)
She ain't gettin' bands if she can't dance (No, no)
She ain't from Atlanta if she can't dance
Tell the Uber driver pass the aux cord (Turn it up)
Tell your mama Imma knock her socks off (Ow!)
Bitch, I know you mad, Yeah, I know you mad (You mad)
Michael Jackson bad, bitch I'm superbad (Bad)
Michael Blackson black, bitch I'm super-black (Black)
Church's chicken swag, bitch I'm heart-attack (Woo)
It's James Brown, it's Rick James, it's King James, it's me (Woo)
From Trinidad to the Superbowl off all the gold in my rings (Dad) (Woo)
R.I.P. the great, call him James Brown (Woo)
Used to be a man's world, James Brown (Woo)
Just cut the fur, that shit James Brown (Woo)
Got my hair pimped, James Brown (Woo)
Hit me, hit, hit me, hit (Woo)
Hit me, hit, hit me, hit
I look good (Woo)
I dress good (Woo)
I talk good
Yeah, girl, I fuck good
Hit me, (Woo) hit, (Uh) hit me, (Woo) hit
Hit me, (Woo) hit, hit me
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