| I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
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| Everything I say be raw
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| I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
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| Everything I say be raw
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| I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
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| Everything I say be raw
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| Everything I say be raw
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| You can never be my nemesis
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| You against me is me being a fool
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| And you being an enemy with benefits
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| I don’t even consider myself deep
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| When I’m rollin' with thirty niggas
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| Cause I’m so used to being in a syndicate
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| Boots on with my strap on me
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| You don’t know how Yeezy the season finna get
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| Bad and Evil, catch a body, catch your body that’s a membership
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| Put you on my hitlist then turn around and kill up all the snitches
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| Then turn around and go to church, repent
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| Then ask the reverend, «can I get a witness?»
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| I got an I.O.U on my Bible’s view
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| Even God knows what I’m liable to do
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| When I’m high bro, I represent the same significance
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| In hip hop as Pac and Biggie
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| Driving side car door, 'cept I’m alive though
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| Best believe I got no problem fucking your bitch, raw
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| And that mean I got no condom
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| Panamera Porsche, factory real white
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| Yeah that’s me in real life
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| And I’ll probably be ménaging more than the back of Meek Mill bike,
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| I’m Hollywood
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| Good God, everything about me raw
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| From the lyrics to the gun play
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| I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
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| And I mean it
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| Everything I say be raw
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| Everything I say be raw
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| Good God, everything I say be raw
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| What I do, I do it one way
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| I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
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| Everything about me raw
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| Everything about me raw
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| On top of the world
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| Every motherfucker wants to get a piece of your ass
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| Then if you take a little time off from being unstoppable
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| Just to regroup and relax
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| No one will give you the time of fucking day
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| I don’t get raw stuff unless they all just one of a
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| I’m becoming what I used to make fun of a
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| Smug son of a bitch, fuck it though
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| Going for the fucking jugular
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| Leave them in a puddle of blood I’mma
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| Kill a bunch of ‘em, cut up all the others
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| Bloody glove in a prison yard, dirty Arias
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| I’m coming for you, fuck up the world
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| Who doesn’t approve, here I come as a custodian
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| Here I come dressed, I’ll smuggle ya
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| Ass out wrapped up in a comforter come snuggle up with a
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| Another fucking nut we’ll make a triple chocolate bar
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| I’mma take this chubby, I’mma shove it up that nice round little bubble butt
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| Make it double stuffed
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| Pull it out one hole put it in the other one, make a peanut butter cup, bust
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| We can fuck on a golf cart tell me how you want it, soft, hard, or fucking rough
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| Like a dog park, stop at a walmart, get a couple of 50 watt bulbs with a hot tub
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| Fill up them buns with a hot dog and be frank these other motherfuckers ain’t
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| even in the ball park
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| Then she pulled out the condom out the drawer
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| She must heard this is where the condoms get stored
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| Sign above the door to the sauna says «welcome to Sodom and Gomorrah»
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| Told her I got something for her, sharp and it’s pointed
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| And it’s head’s on swole, hold it like a samurai
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| She said, «Woah, look at that bulge, must have a huge ego»
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| I said «is it me you’re aiming that compliment toward»
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| She said «yes my ninja, please get to stabbing this shit»
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| I commenced to dropping them drawers
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| Threw my black belt and gauntlets all onto the floor
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| Zipped down my fly, whipped out my confident sword
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| Good God, everything about me raw
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| From the lyrics to the gun play
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| I’m hardbody, everything I say be raw
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| And I mean it
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| Everything I do be raw
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| What I do, I do it one way
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| I’m hardbody, everything about me raw
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| And I mean it
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| So that is why I’m better than everyone in the world
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| So kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone |