| It’s the rap-it's the rap game Lou Reed
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| Tummy full of drugs and a pocket full of weed
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| I’m on the wild side, man, it’s a mild high, man
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| But once it kicks in, I’m 'bouta be fucked up
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| Lucked up, 'cause I ain’t die yet, but you know I tried it
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| Smoke a couple blunts and I ain’t even fuckin' high yet
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| Got a couple pounds and I ain’t even fuckin' buy it
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| Buddy, I supply it, I just keep it quiet
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| Uh, mofuckas know I’m hot
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| I ain’t on a fuckin' track? |
| Then that shit don’t bop
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| Up in Portland with my bitch and she do give top
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| Got me tweakin' like a hoe, when I nut, don’t stop, yuh
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| ACOT, where you been at, man?
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| Yo, ayy, ACOT, where you been at, man?
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| I’m like yo, only in this rap shit for like a year
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| I be gettin' money and I also make it disappear
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| Just to make it clear, if I want it, I could have it
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| Could’ve had the fame already
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| Think it’s almost time to grab it, and uh
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| Labels on my nutsack, man
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| Throwin' money in my face, I don’t trust that, man
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| Need to cut back, man, I ain’t signin' shit
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| Lookin' at me like I’m money, you can suck my *beep*
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| And uh, no happy ending in this life, take that smirk off
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| I’ll find it while I’m still alive, gettin' jerked off
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| Somewhere in Hollywood, sippin' on some Smirnoff
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| Drunk at a drag queen race with my shirt off
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| First off, I’m the hottest bitch on the mic (Hottest bitch on the mic)
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| These rappers wack, don’t believe in the hype (Don't believe in the hype)
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| ACOT, see I do what I like (Do what I like)
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| ACOT, see I do what I like, bitch (Bitch) |