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Justin Bieber - Exclusive Rap Lyrics

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Justin bieber

Damn, damn j. B
Where the hell you been
Yeah I got a new
Necklace, diamonds
Two big face rollies, not I ain't lying'
Making momma
So proud that she crying'

Yeah you say I'm crazy?
Guess that makes two
But I never knew that
Dreams really come true
Started playing drums
When I was only two
Now we kick it in japan, kung-fu

So I'm heading for the gold
I'm sweating
I swear otis redding
Will be oh-so redding
I already got ahead-y
Of the game, I'm with kenny
And we steady
Getting manu, I mean money

Riding in an all-black Benz
With the all black rims
And we looking at some 10s
Through our all-black lenses

Wait, I'm not done
Are you not done?
Wait, wait, wait

I thanked Jesus at the awards
I'm never going to hell
Call me zack norris
I'm saving you by the bell
My girls says I'm perfect
She just loves them
Imperfect persons
Perfectly personally
I think she is perfectly perfect

I get it done abundantly
She wants to get uo under me
Swear to that I got honey bee's
Cause baby I'm money tree
So be my little honey
Bee my little-bitty bunny
I got honeys all up on
Me baby I just get it done-y

Possibly your probly thinking
This type of swag is impossible
And logically will probably
But you just take me lycrically
Try to feel me spiritually
Get out your mind literally
There's a bigger me
Inside this little me
Screaming out

I should make history
I am like mystery, hated by
Jealousy cause they envy me
Run up on my enemies
See if they remember me
I wipe away their memory

Can't you see the
Private jets flying over you?
I ain't even notice
But my focus on my photos
Might be begus
No the shouldn't be a photoshoot
I'ts funny how you wanna take NY
Picture and I'ts like your first time

Playing with camera
Claiming that it's not mine
Just calme down
You don't gotta hurry
Don't be nervous
You don't gotta worry

And my fans are like my glasses
Yeah, without them I'd be blurry