| American Psycho, two black hoes
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| Them bitches is dikes though
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| Say they like white though
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| Roll me a blunt and I beat it like Michael
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| The baddest nigga, yup
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| Samoan bitch, Hawaiian skunk
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| She suck my dick, I light my blunt
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| Swear this ain’t the life for chumps
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| I worked for this, did dirt for this
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| Niggas caught time, and they served the shit
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| Couple a funeral services
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| Dare a nigga say I don’t deserve this, bitch
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| Hit a acid on a tongue, nigga rachet
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| Put the pussy in a casket
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| Weed habit like a addict
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| Seeing money off this rap shit
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| Got me spitting like a 'matic
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| Click clack, bang, bang
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| H’z motherfucker, niggas know what I claim
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| Since a teenager twist my fingers up the same
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| Wake up, smoke a pound, then I’m pissing champagne
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| Broke niggas, get your bread up
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| And all you pussy ass niggas, don’t get yo' fucking head bust
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| Enough drugs to be dead son
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| Screaming «free my fucking niggas» 'til the feds come
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| Met a bad bitch off Instagram
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| She said she heard my song, became a insta fan
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| And she be popping Xans, and we be smoking grams
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| And she be snorting grams, then I remove her pants
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| And then I stick it in and act a hooligan
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| Then I bust a nut, where my loosies man
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| Then I tell that bitch that I need a Maserati
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| Gas her up like she gon' be riding shotty
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| In my tiny jeans I like to party party
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| Standing on the couch, it’s getting rowdy rowdy
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| Three bitches for me, you know I’m 'bout it 'bout it
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| Another VIP, it’s getting cloudy cloudy
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| Last year I grew up, and you wouldn’t believe it
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| Now my bitches are real, and she screaming Jesus
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| So she sipping eating reeses pieces
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| Shorty rub my back while she feed me peaches
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| Black nigga, fresh up out ocean
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| Ashy skin, man I need some lotion
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| I be getting high, yeah I’m smoking potent
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| And my bitch be popping, yeah that bitch be rolling
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| in my system, tell that bitch I bleed cognac
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| And I smoke weed like I throw that
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| And I got the 'Lo shorts matching with the 'Lo hat
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| I be hitting licks in my Polo, call me Lojack
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| Don’t think I won’t hit you cause I’m popular
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| Twin Glocks in this ride, put ya spots on the block for ya
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| Sixteen clean the bodies up
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| Shock tops rock clip show that Cutthroat mafia
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| Gaining ends while I’m losing sleep
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| Making money moves, Fatts brought it through a jeep
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| Doing life ya favorite mood to see
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| This the life I chose, road to imported gold, Cuban Links
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| Versace shades in a room full of two or three
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| And they all in the mood for me, who is he
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| A$ton, Montana answer to your question is a
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| Camouflage shoot it up, shoot a duck
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| You lose your life before I lose a buck, fuck |