SomewhereInAmerica Lyrics
Oh, see what you made me do?
Shout out to old Jews and old rules.
Uh, new blacks with new stacks, uh
I already been the king, huh
Retract, Im just bringing it up like John Packs.
Uh, new money that looking down at me
Uh, blue blunts, theyre trying to clown on me
Uh, you could turn up your nose outside
Uh, never gonna turn down a homie!
Uh, knock-knock, Im at your neighbors house
Uh, straight cash, Im at your neighbors house
Uh, you should come to the house for me
Come and see what your new neighbor about!
Yellow Lambo in the driveway
A buck 35, Im on the highway.
Frank Sinatra on my solo
Loud as fuck I did it my way
Uh, a million sold before the album dropped
Uh, white Lexus before I had a deal.
Uh, ask Bun B about me, this ain't no snap back,
A nigga's been trill.
Uh, by the way, fuck your math!
You ain't gotta count it, my nigga I can add!
One million, two millions, three millions, twenty millions
Oh, I'm so good at math!
Might crash your Internet,
Uh, and I ain't even into that
When I was talking Instagram
Last thing you wanted was your picture snapped
Uh, feds still lurking
They see I'm still putting work in
Uh, cause somewhere in America
Miley Cyrus is still twerking.
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Outro:
Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk
Twerk, Miley, Miley, twerk, Miley, twerk,
Twerk, Miley, Miley, Miley, twerk
Twerk, oh, yeah, yeah
Only in America, uh!
