[Woman:]
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Cop it
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Object
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Put it in the pot
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Then rock it
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Put it out
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Watch how I profit
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Haters tryna knock it
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But I won't stop
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Cuz they know I'm about to blow
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[Verse 1: Mims]
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Yes it's me
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The underestimated MC
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So, ill with the flow I need a M.D.
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Somebody call a doctor
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I make 'em all sick when I hop out the phantom of the opera
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Oppo-site to what I call a failure
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I am the reasons y'all can't look in the mirrors
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But don't worry I see shit a lil' clearer
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Go ahead and act funny but you ain't stackin' money
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And therefore we ain't here for the best
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Matta fact, homey I can't hear y'all
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I'm deaf
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I spit it in sign language, mob language
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Keep me around bread like a sandwich
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Dammit
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The plane done landed
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The plan unveiled
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Now, gimme some space, I'm outta this world
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Some niggas say they just tryna get a nut
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That may be true, but, I'm a very big squirrel
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Y'all niggas get in some shit and just bail
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I'm at the precinct like fuck it it's just bail
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Me, I'm a very big deal with some very big work on a very big scale
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[Chorus: Woman]
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Cop it
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Object
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Put it in the pot
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Then rock it
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Watch how I profit
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Haters tryna knock it
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But I won't stop
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Cuz they know I'm about to blow
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[Verse 2:]
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I heard it was, squeeze first ask questions
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So which one of y'all is the next to ask?
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Be the same one of y'all, up next to blast
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I suggest you raise up, like Exxon gas
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You bullshittin', I'm talkin' what I could do
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Mims is hotter than some cooked food
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I'm a good dude, so usually I chill
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But if you look close enough, you can see my steel
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Yes, I'm concealed
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Yes, I'm the shit
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You think his paper long, you should see my deal
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I'm Microsoft Mims, I rock wit' Bill Gates
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First week, shipped a mill out the gate
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And I ain't tryna brag, I just set the record straight
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My shit push 4, I'm just tryna move 8
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You tryna catch up with me, ya too late
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All you do is lose weight
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IIIIII move weight
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Driiiiive through states
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Push [?] like every day was a Tuesday
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Wow, that's real
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Y'all, iced grill
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I'm laughin' on my way to the bank wit' a nice meal
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[Chorus: Woman]
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Cop it
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Object
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Put it in the pot
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Then rock it
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Put it out
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Watch how I profit
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Haters tryna knock it
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But I won't stop
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Cuz they know I'm about to blow
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[Verse 3: Mims]
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I'm a Range Rove rapper
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Plain-clothes rappers
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Need to stop actin' like the thang won't clap ya
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I am not a killer, nor do I defend 'em
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I don't swing at dudes, I am not a pendulum
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I don't write laws or rules, nigga I bend 'em
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I don't start careers when I beef, nigga I end 'em
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You don't want it with me, I can see clearly
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You match up with I?
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Please, barely
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Dog, I'm nearly as high as it gets
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I get weary in the sky when I fly like this
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I'm so high, it's gettin' kinda hard to top it
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So imagine when the album drop, I'ma make y'all
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[Chorus: Woman]
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Cop it
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Object
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Put it in the pot
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Then rock it
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Put it out
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Watch how I profit
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Haters tryna knock it
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But I won't stop
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Cuz they know I'm about to blow
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Cop It
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Mims |