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IAMSU lyrics : "Who Do You Love (Freestyle)"

It's the young Terminator with a license to kill
Got the game on lock, sending case in the mail
I'm a rich mother$#&@er, you a (*##$ mother$#&@er

Can't love these hoes, can't expect nothing from them
Said this heartbreak smart, life get money, fool
Got a redhead like my name was Al Bundy, fool

Love a brown skin or a light skin beaver
Love Mary Jane but it gotta be sativa
You don't like me, I don't like you, either

Wore my Yeezy's, cost more than your features
Wait your turn, little ^!$$%, 'cause it's me first
You sweet like dessert, research

Screaming mother$#&@a 'em all, mother$#&@a 'em all
Hoes on a ^!$$%, balls like a ^!$$% draws
Flow nice, don't piss it off

When your back against the wall, who you finna call?
Play house standing on a bar
Sideshow, I'm standing on a car

You don't want war, what you running for?
Put me on a flyer, rub it, all the (*##$es coming, boys
Suzie 6B, living life full throttle

Dress so good I might $#&@ around a model
You be drunk getting girls from a bottle
Me and money build up like I stuck up the Apollo

Then the tour got signed, now the album coming
I'm finna sing you lil' ^!$$%s like I'm Philip Drummin
Sprint to the money and I'm still runnin

Said $#&@ one time and the skill coming
I'm the type of ^!$$% that's built to last
And it's always 80/20 if I'm splitting the cash

Making headlines while you on some mopping and %#@!
She be looking at the dick like she opened a gift
On a ladder of success, haters hoping I slip

You gonna stop breathing 'fore you stop this %#@!, (*##$
Might hit a gray stone, $#&@ with our tour
If you ain't tryna be the best, then what you in it for

She going both ways like a kitchen door
My old (*##$ telling lies, don't listen to her
Tip her on a Sunday, I'm on holiday

All these rappers looking like they owe me an apology
Peace to the weak ^!$$%s, come say hi to me
Extra wavy like I'm waving till you see this bad (*##$

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