| Karate kid bitch, I got a lot of kick
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| Smoking on that president, no politic
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| Some niggas getting rich, ain’t got no common sense
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| I woke up this morning I might buy your biz
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| If she look, look, look she get took, took
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| Two cups, two blunts longer than your foot
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| Hair long, money long, everything long
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| I’m a rapper so I fucked her with my chains on
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| James Bond swag, check my watch and swerve
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| Need a clock on my rims so they can watch the curve
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| I am high, so high I need a skyrocket
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| And it look like a phonebook in my pocket
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| Two cups, two blunts
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| I am high, so high I need a skyrocket
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| Yeah, it’s 2 A.M. |
| and I’m swishing through like two lanes
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| Got two dames and they only in a two things
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| Got drugs and sex, and yeah, they want it in like two ways
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| Enough to go around, they on that head like toupee
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| Young nigga, but I’m O. G
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| Like broke chain in two ways
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| You acting, I’m flexing
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| Get lost bitch, like loose change
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| Brought the son of a bitch that rock two chains
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| Got diamonds all on my tooth, hey
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| It’s axed out, you assed out, for fashions I cast out
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| I hit the runway, tell the cameraman to pose me up
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| A couple bands every time a blogger post me up
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| (bandz a make her dance)
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| She wanna day when I go and eat that girl for lunch
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| Get two of this, cop two of those and doubles, that’s my blunt
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| Man, we loose, lock the door
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| Kick it like I’m wearing soccer clothes
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| Flex, nigga, stop and pose
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| I don’t rap, I do rock’n’roll
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| If she loud then she got to go
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| Hoover Dam can’t stop the flow
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| Yeah, I’m popping, ho
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| Just put it in your mouthlike a popsicle
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| Colder than an icicle, I ride on this beat like a bicycle
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| Chase ‘em in a mouse hole
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| Fuck you wearing, nigga, South Pole?
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| Take two shots of this Patron
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| And take two hits of this bomb dro
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| I’ll leave you John Doe or drop you off in the Congo
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| Last of the Mohicans, shout out to my Puerto Ricans
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| Trinidad Jame$ flow ‘cause right now nigga I’m geekin'
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| Sweeping you shall find a hope, you find wherever you seeking
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| Two cups, two blunts, two mollys and it’s turnt up all the way season
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| Flex
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| I fly so high I need a skyrocket |