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Mr. Me Too (feat. Pharrell) Music Lyrics

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Pharrell:
You know we back right?, Clear the streets out
Come on with it, Ha ha, Star Trak

Verse 1
Pharrell:
Niggas is haters, I'm doing deals like the majors
Ice Cream Sneakers, I signed my first skater
So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapesters
Bulletproof on the t-shirts because they hate us
Dude like Snoop say "Step Ya Game Up"
Double-decker boat nigga, Mediterran' up
D-Class action cuts, tuck your chain up
Liberaci fingers, just hit Lorraine up
Just last week I was out in Aspen
Me and Puff hoppin' off a plane, both us laughin'
A week before that I was out in Italy
Attire heart throbs could not get rid of me
Up in Donatella's crib, me and like ten hoes
Call from the cell phone, give me that enzo (Yessir)
I know what you're thinking, yeah me too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too

Verse 2
Pusha-T:
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 coke movin'
But I got one question, fuck y'all been doin'?
Pyrex stirrers turned into Cavalli furs
The full length cat, when I wave, the kitty purs
All my niggaz caked up, selling gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in a trunk taped up
We don't chase a duck, we only raise the bucks
Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the papercuts
Chill retardo, South Beach Gallardo
Teals started up, go brrr 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

Hook
Pusha-T:
I know, I know, yep, yeah you too
Okay we get it, yep, yeah you too
I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too
Okay everybody meet Mr. Me Too
(Repeat)

Verse 3
Pharrell:
I know what you thinkin' why I call you "Me Too"
Cuz everything I say, I got you sayin' "Me too"
I say I got a benz so you sayin' "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 dudes
Star Trak, Clipse, come on
Malice:
Wanna know the time? better clock us
Niggaz bite the style from the shoes to the watches
We cloud hoppers, tailor suits like we mobsters
Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like Gobstoppers
Who gon' stop us, not a goddamn one of ya
Mean with the Re-Up, nigga we street tumblers
Ivory White, yeah that's the same color of the sword nigga
Best believe it's the Mullener
Take no prisoners, rap niggaz or whisperers
Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us
Champagne corkes, kicked by Louis sports an'
Keep my hoes in pooch and Charles Jordan
Cop the chrome and touch gray component
Mink on the floor, make ya hot don't it?
You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it
Tomorrow ain't promised so we live for the moment

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