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Elton John - I Really Be S C S Lyrics

[Intro: Big Baller B]
Yeah
What?
Yeah I got that real money
It ain't funny how much money
It's some real money
Yeah
Yo bitch lookin' at me funny
Probably because she ain't really used to this money
I'm a boss, I'm a player
Real fuckin' money maker
Yo bitch know my name is, uhm-
I don't know man, you know what I'm saying?
Ayy, yeah
Imma let my boy Jon take over

[Verse 1: Eltan Jon, Big Baller B]
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight (Gat gat gat gat gat gat gat gat)
Zero hour: 9:00 a.m (Hey, whoa)
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
High as a kite by then (Yeah, tell 'em punk, yeah, uh)
I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife (I miss my wife, bitch)
It's lonely out in space (In space, bitch, yeah yeah yeah)
Who the fuck you think you're fuckin' with
I'm the fuckin' boss
I shoot your son, I shoot your boss
And tell your bitch "get lost"
(On such a timeless flight)
I got the sauce like I'm Lil Squeaky Yo bitch fly to Tahiki just to fuckin' meet me She wanted to meet me, wanna eat me like a fuckin' sandwich
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Ay, yo bitch, she mad because I'm doing damage
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you know that I'm rich as I bitch
And I'm rough on your bitch and I don't give a shit
And I'm smoking the-
Okay, ayy
[Verse 2: Eltan Jon, Big Baller B]
I'm a rocket man (I'm a rocket man, gang)
Rocket man (Gang gang, I'll tell you, yeah)
Burning out his fuse up here alone
Fuck you think I'm fuckin' with?
I'm the fuckin' boss, yeah, yeah
Flying out to see me, yeah (And I think it's gonna be a long, long time)
She need me
She's so goddamn needy ('Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find)
I'm so goddamn greedy
I can't just have one bitch (I'm not the man they think I am at home)
I gotta have 'em all (Oh no, no, no)
Like I'm playing Pokémon, yeah they want my balls
I'm a rocket man (Ay ay, ay ay )
Rocket man (Write that down motherfucker)
Burning out his fuse up here alone (Yeah)
It's true, it's true
It's facts, it's facts
I'm playin' Home Access, bitch
You better relax, 'cause, hey

[Verse 3: Eltan Jon, Big Baller B]
Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids (Damn, damn, damn hey)
In fact, it's cold as hell (It's cold as hell, like my motherfuckin' heart and soul)
And there's no one there to raise them if you did (No one, damn)
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