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(Head Banger) (Hello, what it be, to you and yours) Salutations to all you can call me Cudi Or Mr. Extravagant cause I'm getting my money. Way my doors are swangin' it's like a bird on wheels You can come to Ohio, and you can see how it feels And this the premier, of that new new here It's gonna take you beyond Where a jet can leer But all you gon' hear is something crazy in fact How I be burning the booth We'll get you looser than Yak. Yep yep... You got it... Right. Now don't get left get on your good foot it's only right. That you step and keep boppin' til this shit unfamiliar If you main line got time then I be drillin' her. I keep you in my realm I keep you in the sound I keep myself up high because the haze by the pound. (whaa?) And my imagination you can look all over the nation But they ain't see [Hook:] You can look all over but you'll no you'll never find (Hot shit) like mine Woop, it blow your mind. You can look all over but no you'll never find (Hot shit) like mine Cause I provide That new new Salutations my niggas I'm aware that I'm different You can still keep it hood While you're smoking just listen It don't matter your race Just take a blunt to the face And we all gon' rock Gotta keep up the pace And the girls gon' twerk Cause the vibe is poppin' As well as the bottle Keep it rockin' don't stop em At the motel-8 We can park out front Yeah the flow is unleaded You sucka niggas will front Yeah cause I'm super-cut-lery-alistic-leaner-ala-docis And rap ferocious I been coaching the league I bobble head the public if you love it M dub it Blood sweat and tears homie I'm made of it Finish the class if you think nothing bout it Tell em that grandpa you don't know nothing bout it Wear kicks once then the leaner come up out em I been saying it, you was playing em Now you know. [Hook:] What it be to my ladies With the bodies that kill We were boppin' on money Fuck with me cause you're real See you shakin' it fast On some mystical shit You could slap that nigga If he call you a bitch Yeah I see you with that But you should be on this It's that Henney and Cocoa-Cola Come over and sit Won't you tell me your name Tell me where you be at I know you know that them hot But I don't wanna hear that You see I aim for a check before I aim for s** Niggas aim for death They trying to fuck with the blessed Ain't no fucking with amateurs Run past the novas Sip hella lean To see who talks the slowest Ain't no stopping me at all You need to saw it off with maybe a chainsaw And even if that The crack that I brew is still new You niggas think acute while Cudi is obtuse [Hook:] Yeah yeah uh uh That new new I do That new new.
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