| I just popped me a 10 perc
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| I get so high that I’m leaving off Earth
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| I’ve been in the spaceship, I don’t see no curve
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| If I’m in the graveyard, I’m shovelin' dirt
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| He talkin' 'bout fame and now he on his shirt
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| Your hoe, she switched up, she let down her skirt
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| I’m talkin' that cash, don’t wanna talk hypo
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| I hit that shit then repair it like Geico
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| Think I might spill 'em, Shawty, keep your eyes closed
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| Please get away, I’m about to go psycho
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| Fuck with the gang, you get cut out like Michael
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| It’s big 83, I put dick in her spinal
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| No-no we is not huntin', but yes, it’s a rifle
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| I’ve been in the kitchen, it’s my turn to chop it
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| I got a new pistol, I can’t wait to cock it
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| A whole lotta money get stuffed in my pockets
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| If he talk that crazy, let’s send him a rocket
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| This ain’t a door, it’s a gun, I revolve it
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| Busses in towns, I got packs of the goblins
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| If he got a problem, let’s meet up and solve it
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| I know that you hoppin' the fence, always watching
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| I’m patiently waiting for you to do something
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| You a bitch, you do nothing, I came with the SIG
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| This fully-auto put marks in your lip
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| Ride around owing my stick
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| Like it is Christmas, you gonna get lit
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| I fill it with roxies, I’m making her sick
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| Officer down, then I’m slaughtering these pigs
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| And braz got the Glizzy, all on his hip
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| Shoot-out with .50, all at the cliff
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| I put in the stiffy, all in her ribs
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| Shawty real pretty, with all my kids
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| If you act silly, you can get hit
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| Pull out the semi, now he will slip |