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I'm known for running my mouth I will not be accountable for what comes out, uh I dunno, I might have said it I was kinda gone and light-head And my jacket kinda fresh, bright red And as usual, my pants tight-threaded It seem like everybody dress tight now And I just want my credit Don't get it, twist it, or dread it I am the king and will not be headed To the morgue no time soon, brethren Being broke made my head hurt So I need the bread or an Excedrin That'll only get my engine revving While y'all on 10, I'm on 11 I'ma make the news be on at 7 Matter fact, I'm on this very second I'm in first and y'all in second And this verse only add to the freshness Call to the club, tell them add to the guest list What you think? Way more bitches? I can never be too big for my britches Y'all motherfuckers know who this is I'm gifted