| Ohh ohh
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| Ohh oh oh oh
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| Ohh oh oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh oh oh
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| Ohh oh oh oh
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| Well if I ever gave a fuck about a bitch
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| I’d always be broke
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| I’d never have no mothafuckin' moonrocks to smoke
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| It’s baby loc you knew me
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| And bitch you can’t do me
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| And free my round fuck the flee, fuck the police
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| I have no love for hoes
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| That’s something that I learned in the Downs
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| So how the fuck am I supposed
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| To pay this ho, just to bang this ho
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| I know the pussy’s mines Ima fuck the ho three times
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| And then I’m through with it
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| There’s nothing else to do with it
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| Pass it to the homie, now you hit it
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| She ain’t nothin' but a bitch to me
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| Y’all know that bitches ain’t shit to me, I gives a fuck
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| Why don’t you pay attention?
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| Approach you with that baby proposition like
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| Ho, you’ll never be my only one
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| 03 more in love with his gun
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| You know I come from the slums, off some molly and tums
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| Og kush stuck to thumbs, they used to call me a bum
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| Now look how hard Ima come, only
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| High power lil bud
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| Pull out to buy all the drugs
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| Fuck standin' buy all the guns
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| My daughter need me to hustle
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| Screamin' rest in peace Jacka
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| I got the piece in my jacket
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| You only street around ratchets
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| I got the heater in traffic, summer time it get tragic
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| California still active, but the west full of actors
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| Hollywood ass rappers and Hollywood with the package
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| we dropped out to start passin'
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| But don’t test us we spazzin', this the retarded classes
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| Try not to reach or we blastin' |