Mr. Me Too [Clean] lyrics

You know we back right? Clear the streets out
Come on with it, ha ha Star Track

*** just hate us, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some bapestas
Bulletproof on the T-shirts because they hate us

Dude like Snoop say, "Step ya game up"
Double the caboe, mediterrain up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberachi fingers, n****** hit Lorraine up

Just last week, I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughing
A week before that, I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me

Up and down the tella crib, me and like ten h***
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo
I know what your thinking, yeah Me Too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too

Been two years, like I was paddy wagon cruisin'
The streets was yours, ya dunce cappin' and cazooin'
I was just assuming you'd keep the c*** movin'
But I got one question, f*** y'all been doing? Come on

Pyrex Turs turned into Covalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my n****** caped up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up

We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls until our thumbs get the paper cuts
Children totto, South Beach Galardo
Teals started up, go brr like it's Nardo

Women if you love me, please let me know
Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw
These are the days of our lives
And I'm sorry to the fans but the crackers weren't playing fair Jive
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I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yup yeah you too
I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too

I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yup yeah you too
I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too

I know what you thinkin' why I call you, Me Too
'Cause everything I say, I got you sayin' Me Too
I say I got a Benz so you said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you

But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star Track, Clipse come on

Wanna know the time? Better clock us
N***** bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobstas
Break down *** into *** and sell 'em like gobstoppers

Who gonna stop us? Not a *** one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, *** we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah, that's the same color
Of the Zord n****, best believe it's the mullenor

Take no prisoners, rap *** are whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes is kicked by Louis sportsin'
Keep my *** in pooch and Charles Jordan

Cop the chrome and touch gray caponent
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the f*** I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment

I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yup yeah you too
I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too

I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay we get it, yup yeah you too
I know, I know, yup yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too