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Yeah, yeah
Yeah
R.I.P. the great, call him James Brown
Yeah
Fyre, Fyre, Fyre

R.I.P. the great, call him James Brown Woo
Used to be a man's world, James Brown Woo
Just cut the fur, that shit James Brown Woo
Got my hair pimped, James Brown Woo

Hit me, hit, hit me, hit Woo
Hit me, hit, hit me, hit
I look good Woo
I dress good Woo
I talk good
Yeah, cause I fuck good
Hit me, Woo hit, hit me, Woo hit
Hit me, Woo hit, hit me, hit

I feel good, I just popped one Woo
You a broke boy, I am not one No
I got real hitters with me, where I'm from Trap
You need a hit, bitch I got one Come on
Poppa got a brand new bag Bag
Poppa 'bout to blow a fuckin' bag Bag
She ain't gettin' bands if she can't dance No, no
She ain't from Atlanta if she can't dance
Tell the Uber driver pass the aux cord Turn it up
Tell your mama not to sock some Ow

Bitch, I know you mad, Yeah, I know you mad You mad
Michael Jackson bad, bitch I'm superbad Bad
Michael Blackson black, bitch I'm super-black Black
taking swag, bitch I'm heart-attack Woo
It's James Brown, it's Rick James, it's King James, it's me Woo
From Trinidad to the Superbowl off all the gold in my rings Dad Woo

R.I.P. the great, call him James Brown Woo
Used to be a man's world, James Brown Woo
Just cut the fur, that shit James Brown Woo
Got my hair pimped, James Brown Woo

Hit me, hit, hit me, hit Woo
Hit me, hit, hit me, hit
I look good Woo
I dress good Woo
I talk good
Yeah, cause I fuck good
Hit me, Woo hit, Uh hit me, Woo hit
Hit me, Woo hit, hit me