Awesome (Explicit)
Plies"Awesome (Explicit)" is a song by Plies, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:33 long and contains 88 lines and 700 words.
Lyrics
0:00Awesome - Plies
0:02I'm fuckin' awesome
0:03I'm fuckin' awesome
0:05I'm fuckin' awesome
0:06I'm fuckin' awesome
0:08I'm fuckin' awesome
0:09(Let me tell y'all how I really feel, bro-bro)
0:12I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
0:16White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
0:19I don't know what her problem is,
0:21I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
0:22Asked her, "What's the problem?"
0:23She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
0:25I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
0:28White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
0:31I don't know what her problem is,
0:33I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
0:35Asked her, "What's the problem?"
0:36She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
0:38Just bought a drop top, feel like I'm in L.A.
0:41Everybody watchin' me, I feel like I'm the movie
0:44Homie got his first block took it from o-yay
0:47The judge ask me who the shooter, told him no comprende
0:50Two dudes got it whacked, certain names can't say
0:54Streets won't hire him, him have no resume
0:57I am not industry, certain games don't play
1:00Met her at the Cheese Cake, ran through her same day
1:03Me know he sweet, we call him Kool-Aid
1:06I buy Maybachs, I don't buy Porches
1:09Half a mill to the side, save it for the court case
1:13I am fuckin' awesome, that's what the streets say
1:16I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
1:19White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
1:22I don't know what her problem is,
1:24I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
1:25Asked her, "What's the problem?"
1:27She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
1:28I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
1:31White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
1:34I don't know what her problem is,
1:36I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
1:38Asked her, "What's the problem?"
1:39She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
1:41I am fish grease, what that mean? I'm really hot
1:44No M's no plaques, what that mean? He's really not
1:47Tight jeans, tight shirt, what that mean? He's really pop
1:51Ten stacks each pocket, what that mean? That real gwap
1:54Three Becky's, one me, what that mean? A lot of top
1:57AR, a hundred rounds, what that mean? A lot of shots
2:00No cred, no stripes, what that mean? A lot of talk
2:03A M worth of jewels on, still won't cool off
2:06I feel bad for him, him, he fall off
2:09She say we did it twice, I don't remember her
2:12My son told his teacher, "I got a rich pops"
2:15I asked him why he said that, he said I didn't lie pop
2:19I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
2:22White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
2:25I don't know what her problem is,
2:27I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
2:28Asked her, "What's the problem?"
2:30She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
2:31I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
2:34White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
2:37I don't know what her problem is,
2:39I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
2:41Asked her, "What's the problem?"
2:42She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
2:44Tell the truth, don't lie, who the fuckin' man now?
2:47When I shoot I don't miss so that mean no rebound
2:50She said when you beat her she makes no sound
2:53She get on my nerves, I make her bite a towel
2:57If you got a buzz mean you ain't sold shit, clown
3:00He ain't want to pay so I told him move 'round
3:03If you don't wanna talk numbers,
3:05catch me when I cool down
3:06I am fuckin' awesome, I like how that sounds
3:09I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
3:13White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
3:15I don't know what her problem is,
3:17I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
3:19Asked her, "What's the problem?"
3:20She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
3:22I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son
3:25White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some
3:28I don't know what her problem is,
3:30I hope she fuckin' say somethin'
3:31Asked her, "What's the problem?"
3:33She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
Awesome - Plies I'm fuckin' awesome I'm fuckin' awesome I'm fuckin' awesome I'm fuckin' awesome I'm fuckin' awesome (Let me tell y'all how I really feel, bro-bro) I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" Just bought a drop top, feel like I'm in L.A. Everybody watchin' me, I feel like I'm the movie Homie got his first block took it from o-yay The judge ask me who the shooter, told him no comprende Two dudes got it whacked, certain names can't say Streets won't hire him, him have no resume I am not industry, certain games don't play Met her at the Cheese Cake, ran through her same day Me know he sweet, we call him Kool-Aid I buy Maybachs, I don't buy Porches Half a mill to the side, save it for the court case I am fuckin' awesome, that's what the streets say I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" I am fish grease, what that mean? I'm really hot No M's no plaques, what that mean? He's really not Tight jeans, tight shirt, what that mean? He's really pop Ten stacks each pocket, what that mean? That real gwap Three Becky's, one me, what that mean? A lot of top AR, a hundred rounds, what that mean? A lot of shots No cred, no stripes, what that mean? A lot of talk A M worth of jewels on, still won't cool off I feel bad for him, him, he fall off She say we did it twice, I don't remember her My son told his teacher, "I got a rich pops" I asked him why he said that, he said I didn't lie pop I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" Tell the truth, don't lie, who the fuckin' man now? When I shoot I don't miss so that mean no rebound She said when you beat her she makes no sound She get on my nerves, I make her bite a towel If you got a buzz mean you ain't sold shit, clown He ain't want to pay so I told him move 'round If you don't wanna talk numbers, catch me when I cool down I am fuckin' awesome, I like how that sounds I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome" I'm on my New York shit, I think I'm hot, son White girl starin' at me lookin' like she lost some I don't know what her problem is, I hope she fuckin' say somethin' Asked her, "What's the problem?" She said, "You're fuckin' awesome"
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