| So it’s lit like candle
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| Pull up with a stick, I’ma Rambo
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| Grab another handle, baby handled
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| Fuck your shit I’m a vandal
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| Damn bro, where’d you get the sandals?
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| So I’m back with the dingles, let me stay single
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| She gon' tickle my balls, its a jingle
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| Let me cop sprinkles
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| Shit so mumbly, bitch you gon' call me bilingual, aye
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| So its lit like a stove and I’m lucky I have clothes
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| And I’m wippin in a broken down pawn shop robe
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| Got a boat with them hoes and the check with them loans
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| And a bitch gon moan when shes chomping on my bones
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| Like nah I don’t wanna play that way
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| I don’t wanna mumble I don’t wanna hear no say
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| I don’t wanna cash today
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| Boy is so moldy imma shape you like clay
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| He said, she said, he said, just shut up (shut up!)
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| He is fake, he bet, he quit, now bless up (bless up)
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| I bet hes trap, one last semester
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| Say this, run this, fuck that, just let up
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| Your bitch is feeling me I’m grantin all her wishes (I got them wishes)
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| I ain’t Houdini, I ain’t washin all them dishes
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| Yeah, I’m married to the grind I gotta cop myself a wrist
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| So I can check the time, it’s Christmas time, oh wait I think is litmas time
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| So it’s lit like candle
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| Pull up with a stick, I’ma Rambo
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| Grab another handle, baby handled
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| Fuck your shit I’m a vandal
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| Damn bro, where’d you get the sandals?
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| So I’m back with the dingles, let me stay single
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| She gon' tickle my balls its a jingle
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| Let me cop sprinkles
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| Shit so mumbly, bitch you gon' call me bilingual, aye |